“All right. As you said awhile ago that boat is pretty light for one of its size and I believe that if we take a couple or perhaps three of those barrels that are under our pier and fasten them to her she’d come up. What do you think?”
“I guess she’d come up all right but how are you going to get the barrels down to her? It seems to me that part is going to be where the difficulty will lie.”
“I’d thought of that of course.”
“I’m glad of that. I thought perhaps you had an idea that they’d go down on your personal invitation.”
“Hardly. Remember Archimed—”
But that was as far he got.
“All right. I won’t forget him. But how are you going to get ’em down? They’re pretty buoyant you know.”
“I know but if we hang enough stones to them they’ll have to go down sooner or later. Oh, I know it’s going to be some job, and if you can think of a better way I’ll be glad to adopt it,” he hastened to add as he noticed the look of doubt on Jack’s face.
“It isn’t that, but have you any idea how much weight it will take to sink one of those barrels?”
“Around three hundred pounds I should judge.”