The remainder of the day was spent in cleaning up the muss, and then the ship's carpenter went to work, with several sailor assistants, to build a new galley and mend the burned deck.
It was several days before Dave felt able to do any more diving, and even then it was only the thought of locating the sunken treasure that made him go down.
Amos Fearless was too weak to do anything, so Dave had to go down alone.
"Be sure and pull me up," said the young diver, as he was about to enter the diving bell.
"I will see to that," replied Amos Fearless, in his sign language. "Don't stay down too long."
Down and down into the dark and cold waters of the Pacific sank the diving bell.
The trip before had been about half a mile; this time Dave intended to go down twice that distance.
If this trip was successful he was resolved, on the next day, weather permitting, to go down to the very bottom, two miles below the surface.
After what seemed a journey without end the diving bell came to a stop.
The mile limit had been reached.