"Where have I been? What happened to me?" he began.
"Don't you remember? You were down there working on the Dominion. You got all tangled up in something and we just pulled you up in the nick of time."
And then it all came back to Jay; the terrible struggle for life on the bottom of the sea. Those twisted air lines! He seemed to be living it all over again. And that mass of débris that held him fast!
"Pull it off of me, Dick; cut me free," he moaned feebly.
"You are all right again, old boy; you're right here on the deck of the Nemo," reassured Dick in soothing tones.
Slowly but surely the iron constitution of the Brighton boy responded to resuscitation measures. Good fresh air flowed again into his lungs, clearing his brain and setting his circulation going anew.
"Where is Weddigen?" asked Jay, with a startled expression.
"He's here on the aft deck, pretty well tuckered out, but fine and dandy, nevertheless," Dick told him.
"And the diamonds—did he send them up?" inquired Jay.