"Very good," agreed Harborough. "We'll rig awnings on the boats, and that will give us a chance during the heat of the day."
Dick Beverley was tremendously excited over the news of the discovery of the frigate. It appealed to him almost as much as if the Fusi Yama had been located.
"Think my ankle will be well enough for me to go afloat, Bob?" he asked that evening, just as Bobby was "turning in".
"That's for you to say," replied his brother. "It's your ankle, not mine."
"I felt fit to get about yesterday," declared Dick, "only the skipper wouldn't let me get out of my bunk. Do you think Swaine will let me have a diving-dress and go down? It must be frightfully exciting."
"You'd better ask him," replied Bobby diplomatically.
"What was she like?" asked Dick. "The frigate, I mean."
"Smothered in seaweed, and as rotten as a ripe pear."
"And yet Trevear saw her lying on the mud and weed," said Dick thoughtfully. "I suppose the two vessels weren't lying close together?"
"By Jove, Dick!" exclaimed his brother. "That looks like business. Well, good-night. I'll speak to Harborough to-morrow, and see if he'll let you go in one of the boats."