“Suppose we can hook into the tiller post?”
“Don’t see why not?”
But it was harder than they thought as they had considerable trouble in making the hook reach and they were obliged to come to the surface without cutting the ropes.
“One more whack at it and she’ll come up,” Bob declared after he had regained his breath.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps nothing. She’s got to.”
“Well, here’s hoping.”
“I’ll go down and cut the ropes. There’s only two of them,” Bob said as soon as he was rested.
“Now watch her come up,” he said a moment later as his head bobbed above the water.
But to their great disappointment nothing appeared. They waited several minutes, expecting to see the barrels emerge but no barrels came.