by James Otis
CHAPTER XXX.
AMATEUR DIVERS.
The details of the work had been decided upon during the conversationheld the evening previous; therefore there was nothing to prevent themfrom putting into immediate execution the plan proposed by Bob.
Walter went around to the left shore of the harbor to reach his lonelypost of duty, while the others made their way in the opposite directionto where the raft had been partially pulled up on the beach.
"It's a case of swimmin'; but I think we had better keep on our trousersand shirts, otherwise the flies and mosquitoes will make matters toolively for us," Bob said, as he removed a portion of his clothing, andthen waded into the water to launch the raft. "On a hot day like this weshall soon dry off an' be none the worse for the bath."
The work was to be done entirely by diving, as a matter of course; andsince the laborers would be out of the water a greater portion of thetime, the old sailor's advice was very good. To expose their bare skinsto the fervent rays of the sun and the attacks of insects would causegreat suffering.
They carried with them nothing but a piece of the heaving-line and twolengths of iron pipe, which had been taken from the burning steamer onlybecause they chanced to be on deck. These last would serve as a weightto hold them down in the water, and also as a poor apology for shovelsin digging away the ballast covering the treasure; but Joe hoped to findthe long fire-hoe, a tool which would lessen their labors verymaterially.
The two elder members of the party waded out in advance, pulling theraft after them while the boys pushed on the timbers until the depth ofwater made swimming a necessity, when Harry and Jim allowed themselvesto be towed.
Not more than half an hour was spent getting the collection of timbersinto position, and then they were made fast to the charred rail near thebow, opposite that portion of the hull where the treasure was supposedto be.
If the machinery had fallen toward the stern there was every chance thework would be successful; but in case it tumbled forward when the woodensupports were burned, all hope was vain, because the heavy metal couldnot be hoisted out with the limited means at their command.
The boiler remained upright, held in position by the bolts and bands ofiron which were fastened to the keel itself; and Joe said, as theexcited party stood a moment on the raft to survey the scene:
"Six feet forward of the boiler is where we must search, and I'd bettermake the first attempt, for I can tell just what part of the machineryis in our road, while the rest of you wouldn't know so much about it."
"Lower yourself by the timbers. It won't do to dive head foremost untilwe're sure everything is clear," and Bob held out his hand to assist theengineer in making the descent.
Joe fastened the heaving-line to the iron pipes that he might haveweight enough to hold him at the bottom while making the investigation,when those on the raft could haul up the metal to be used again, and,swinging clear of the rail with Bob's aid, he sunk beneath the surface.
Never had a hundred seconds appeared so long to Harry as now. It seemedthat the diver had been out of sight fully five minutes, and he wasbeginning to fear some accident had happened, when Joe reappeared,gasping for breath but looking very happy.
"There's nothing to interfere with our working," he said, as soon as itwas possible to speak. "Nearly everything has fallen aft, and, with theexception of some light fittings, the ballast is as free as when we leftit."
"Is the raft in the right position?" Bob asked.
"As near as I can make out it should be run ahead, ten or a dozen feet.I pulled away five or six of the largest rocks; but a fellow can't dovery much work when it's impossible to breathe."
Bob was eager to make the descent, and after Jim had pulled in thepipe-weights he hauled the raft ahead where Harry and Joe made her fastagain as the old sailor disappeared beneath the surface.
He remained below several seconds longer than had the engineer, and oncoming up confirmed the first report.
"It's only a matter of time before we'll have our hands on that goldonce more," he said. "I reckon Joe begun in the right place, an' we mustall work on the same hole. Jim, you go over, and leave Harry to 'tend tothe weights."
"What's to be done when I'm down there?"
"Pull away the rocks an' gravel as we've done. Don't try to stay toolong at a time, but work lively while you are there."
Jim was too good a swimmer to be afraid, and he leaped in from the rail,since there was no further fear in making the descent. He looked red inthe face when Harry saw him again, but appeared to be in high glee.
"It's nothin' more'n I've done down to the Isle of Shoals lots of timeswhen the fellers have tried to see who could stay under water thelongest," he said as Harry pulled in the weight and Joe took possessionof it at once, that the work might not be delayed.
"I thought it was my turn;" and Harry looked disappointed because he hadnot been allowed to follow Jim.
"You'll have plenty of chances after awhile," Bob replied. "Although itdon't seem very much to do, none of us can keep it up a great while.'Tend to the weights 'till Jim needs a rest, an' then take his place."
But little time was spent in conversation, now that the work had fairlybegun. In rapid succession the divers leaped from the raft until eachhad made a dozen descents, when it became necessary for them to rest,and Harry was allowed to do his share.
He performed but little work during the first descent, because by thetime he had looked about him with no slight degree of curiosity itbecame necessary to rise to the surface for air. He was surprised,however, with the progress made. The ballast had been dug and pushedaway until a deep excavation could be seen, and it seemed certain thegreater portion of the treasure's covering had been removed.
To his delight it was reserved for him to raise the first package of theprecious metal. While the others were stretched out on the raft restingfrom the fatiguing work, he went down four times in rapid succession,and then electrified his companions by shouting as he came to thesurface:
"I've got one bag out; but can't bring it up!"
During the next two or three moments the divers cheered until Waltermust have heard the noise, and then Joe said, as he took from his pocketa stout piece of wire bent in the form of a hook:
"While you fellows were talking last night I made this. We'll bend it onone end of the heaving-line, and it will only be necessary to stick thewire into the canvas when those on the raft can pull up the bag."
Harry was eager to have the credit of taking out the first lot oftreasure, and, recognizing his right, the others waited until he hadfastened on the hook, Joe hauling in the coin, at the same time thediver's head appeared above the surface.
Another prolonged cheer greeted this first tangible result of theirlabors, and it was so hearty that Walter appeared from around the point,having evidently come for the purpose of learning the cause of thenoise.
He was too far away for the happy divers to enter into any lengthyconversation with him, and Joe held up the bag of gold where it could beseen.
There was no question but that he understood the good news, for duringthe next five minutes he capered around the beach in the mostextravagant fashion, and not until the others turned to resume theirlabors did he go back to his post of duty.
Since only one nineteenth of the treasure had been recovered there wasyet considerable work to be performed, more especially as each couldremain below but a few seconds at a time, and the task was continuedwith redoubled energy.
When the divers were forced to rest again two more bags had been hoistedon to the raft, and after the number was increased to five, Bob said:
"We must knock off until later in the day. It won't do to stay in thewater too long, or this gold will cost the lives of some of us. We'llcall Walter in, have dinner, and try again when the sun gets lower."
Jim did not fancy ceasing work until the entire amount of treasure hadbeen recovered, although he needed rest as much as either of the others.
"It'll take
two days at this rate if we keep diving all the time," hesaid disconsolately, "an' I think it ought to be finished right up."
"The hardest part is done now that the ballast is well cleared away, an'I reckon we'll come mighty nigh endin' the job by sunset," Bob replied."But no matter how long it lasts we've got to look out for ourselves,an' too much water is as bad as not enough. Halloo, Walter! Walter!"
The remainder of the party joined in the cry until the sentinel appearedfrom around the point staggering under the weight of some heavy loadwhich was carried on his back. By gestures the boy was made tounderstand that he should come to the camp, and the others speculated asto the nature of his burden while they pulled the raft and its preciouscargo ashore.
"Perhaps he's found more gold," Jim suggested.
"I reckon it's oysters. There are some on the south side of the point,an' most likely that's how he has been fillin' up his time."
In this supposition Bob was correct. Walter had occupied himself ingathering a quantity of the tiny bivalves, which he brought to camp byconverting his coat into a bag; and a most welcome and appetizing mealdid they make for the divers, who were too weary to spend any timefishing.
The sentinel was profuse in his expressions of joy that the task ofrecovering the treasure had proved to be comparatively such a simpleone, and he insisted on carrying every bag to the tent, that the diversmight gain the greatest possible amount of rest before continuing theirwork.
After a big fire had been built the tiny oysters were thrown on thecoals, and drawn out with split sticks when they showed signs of beingroasted. This was such delicious food that twice the number Walterbrought could have been eaten, although the supply formed a reasonablyhearty meal, and it was decided unanimously to spend at least one daygathering these delicacies as soon us the operations at the wreck wereconcluded.
