“You take the glass and I’ll row around.”
The water glass was simply a wooden box about two feet long and four inches square, one end being closed water tight with a piece of glass. By putting the glassed end in the water and looking down through the other the bottom of the lake could be easily seen.
It is extremely difficult to locate an exact point on a body of water and it was all of an hour before Bob announced that he had it. They anchored the boat at once.
“I’ll go down and see how she looks,” Jack said as he stood up in the boat.
He disappeared beneath the surface making hardly a ripple. Bob waited until he began to get anxious.
“Thought you’d decided to take up a permanent residence down there,” he said as Jack’s head finally popped above the surface.
“Not yet,” Jack laughed as he climbed over the side of the row boat.
“How’d you find her?”
“Outside of a little paint rubbed off where she was hit I don’t believe she’s hurt a bit.”
“That’s good news.”