"Some craft is coming, and I'd just as soon she wouldn't sight us," was the answer.
"You mean she might interfere with our search for the treasure-ship?"
"Not exactly. But she might want to start a search on her own account, and there's no use of giving our presence away, or letting them guess at what might be right conclusions as to the location of the Pandora."
"But, Tom, no one knows of the wreck! At least, no one is supposed to but our party and—"
"Hardley. Exactly!" exclaimed Tom, as he saw his chum about to utter the name.
"And you think he is coming?"
"I shouldn't be a bit surprised. Anyhow, it's just as easy for us to submerge and let them do their own guessing. I was going down soon, anyhow, and another hour won't make any difference. Here, take a look, if you like."
Ned peered through the glasses, but his eyes not being trained in sea interpretation, as were Tom's, he could make out nothing but a black smudge, now larger and darker.
"It might be a cloud for all I can tell," he said, as he handed the binoculars back to Tom.
"Well, it's a steamer all right, and she's under forced draft, too, if I'm any judge. We'll go below before she sights us."