There was nothing to be learned by watching the crew's actions, so, signing to the wounded sailor to follow them, the four chums descended to the cabin where the Greek cook had supper waiting for them.
Charley was unusually quiet during the meal, but when the Greek cook and Ben had at last retired carrying the dishes with them, he arose and closed the cabin door.
"Captain," he said as he returned to his companions, "I am going down in a diving suit to-morrow."
CHAPTER XII.
IN A DIVING SUIT.
The old sailor stared at Charley as though he feared the lad had taken leave of his senses.
"Why, you must be crazy," he exclaimed. "You don't know anything about that kind of diving."
"I fancy there is not much to learn about it," Charley replied. "I've been watching the divers closely and it appears very simple. The main thing seems to be to keep the air hose clear. I've been wanting to go down ever since the first day, and the strange way the crew have acted to-day has decided me to try it. I want to see what it is that has so excited them."
"It's a fool notion and I ain't going to let you do it," the captain stormed, but Charley only grinned, cheerfully.