He was as good as his word, and the next day found him at Washington.
He quickly introduced himself to the proper parties and from them learned as much as Amos Fearless knew concerning the location of the wrecked Happy Hour. That the ship had been exactly located there could be no doubt. But it was also true that the ocean currents were gradually shifting the wreck from one position to another.
"If anything is to be done it must be done soon," he said, upon returning home. "That section of the ocean's bed is subject to earthquakes, and an earthquake might sink the Happy Hour so that no diver could find her again."
"Then why don't you start for San Francisco at once?"
"I will make up my mind inside of the next twenty-four hours," answered Lemuel Hankers.
"Of course, if you go you'll take me along," went on Bart.
"I wasn't thinking of doing so."
"I don't want to stay behind. Dave Fearless is going with his dad."
"But they are both expert divers and will do their own work, while I will have to have our work hired out."
"I don't care. I want to be on hand to see the Fearlesses outwitted."