"So she is," declared the diving-expert.
"You didn't go round her, did you?" asked Beverley.
"Not much use," he answered. "I could see she wasn't the Fusi Yama, and there was a pretty stiff current setting round the bows and stern. I was glad to use her as a sort of breakwater."
"Pity you hadn't carried on round," resumed Bobby; "lying on her beam ends with a broken back, she wouldn't present such a profile as Trevear has drawn. I believe—and Dick put me on to the wheeze—that the Fusi Yama is lying fairly close alongside and nearer inshore."
"By Jove, Beverley!" exclaimed the three men in chorus.
"Hope you're right," added Trevear, anxious to restore his lost prestige as an aerial observer.
"Game to have another shot at it to-night?" inquired Swaine, beginning to pull on his rubber boots.
"Surely you're not going to dive again to-night?" asked Claverhouse.
"If it comes to that," said Swaine, "it makes very little difference whether it's night or day at that depth and in muddy water. But what I propose doing is putting off in a boat and taking soundings. Is there a lead-line in the dinghy, old thing?"
"What are you fellows doing kicking up such a deuce of a row at this time of night?" inquired a gruff voice. "Go to bed, and get your beauty sleep, you noisy blighters."