"Jay! Jay! Speak to me," implored Dick, bending over his chum.
CHAPTER VII Diamonds are Trump
LIGHT! The glorious sunlight of the world! Voices, too; the friendly voices of his old chums aboard the Nemo. These were the evidences of returned life to Jay Thacker as he lay on the deck of the Nemo looking up into the sky. It was like a dream and his befagged brain could scarce comprehend the situation.
"Jay, old boy, look at me. Do you know me? Speak to me, pal, and tell me you are all right again."
It was the voice of Dick. He was bending over chafing the wrists of his comrade in school and in arms. Tears were coursing down his cheeks. But now he was happy because Jay had opened his eyes again and smiled feebly through flickering eyelids.
For some time the rescued diver lay in a stupor. The heavy diving armor and shoes had been wrenched off. Several members of crew were rubbing his wrists and ankles, An oxygen tank had been used with successful results. The tiny spark of life remaining had been fanned again after a grim battle between science and nature. And science had turned the ally of nature.
"Do you know me now?" faltered Dick.
For answer Jay opened his eyes again, and this time he recognized his chum.