"Sure, Mike," responded his chum. "Oodles of them worth thousands of dollars. Glittering cut stones; a young fortune big enough to put us all on easy street for the rest of our lives if they belonged to us."
Jay pondered the situation for a moment. In his eyes was a queer look that neither Dick nor Larry Seymour, who had joined the group, could fathom.
"Is Weddigen still on deck?" persisted Jay.
"Still back there resting up while the crew make a fuss over him," replied Larry.
"All right, now, Larry, do what I tell you, please," said Jay. "Just stroll back there casually and look him over without arousing suspicion. See if you don't notice a narrow slit of a pocket on the inside of the right leg of his armor suit, buttoned over with a flap. When he gets up to take off his diving suit just manage to accidentally flip that pocket open and then keep your eyes on it."
"Why, what do you mean?" offered Larry, perplexed by the directions given him by Jay.
"Remember, I never fooled you in my life, old friend," answered the latter. "Just do what I tell you, and perhaps you'll have a bit of a surprise party."
Jay was weakened by the exertion of talking and sank back to rest again with closed eyes. Withdrawing a few paces, Dick and Larry discussed the suggestions made by Jay.
"Think he is still a little dippy as a result of his experience?" questioned Larry.
"Sounds rather queer, doesn't it?" pondered Dick, unable to grasp the significance of Jay's remarks.