He was not wholly at ease again, even when that afternoon the Esperance sailed in past Cavite and Corregidor and into Manila Bay. A new ship was at anchor in the harbor. It was a stubby, stocky ship which Davis regarded with interest.
"That's the Pelorus," he told Terry as the yacht passed within a mile, on the way to her former anchorage. "She's the hydrographic ship with the bathyscaphe on board. We'll visit her. I'll get Nick to call her on short-wave."
He went forward, where Nick was making ready to drop the anchor. Davis took over the chore, and Nick went below.
"Are you going ashore?" asked Deirdre.
Terry shrugged. "I've no reason to."
She looked relieved. "Then you'll stay with the Esperance until—things are settled one way or another? I mean, you're really enlisted?"
"Until there are no more ways left for me to blunder," said Terry distastefully. "I'm about through the list, though."
"Not at all!" protested Deirdre. "Tapping numbers was really a very good idea. I was horrible! I scolded because you'd kept it a secret from me. I'd have been proud if I'd thought of it first!"
Nick came back and spoke to Davis. Davis came aft.
"The Pelorus will send a boat as soon as we've anchored," he told them. "They've heard something and want to see the plastic objects."