J. Allan Dunn

“ Manning nodded his approval.
“We’ll change on the pontoon,” he said, “and carry the suits back to the schooner every night. They’ll need overhauling. Working in sand is liable to wear the rubber. Pontoon’s ready to anchor. A bit to shore of the wreck with enough cable to allow for rise and fall of the tide. The currents will set us up and down a bit.”
Hooper nodded in turn. Such matters of adjustment he knew to be necessary as well as Manning, but this was the diver’s job and he was content to let him carry it through without suggestion. Manning knew his work. ”

“ Tiburi and his men have never seen anything of that sort, sir. I promised him to show him how to make water boil without fire—the Seidlitz-powder trick, sir.”
“Humph!” Hooper exchanged a glance with Manning and narrowed his eyes. “That’s all right for this once, Edwards, but, after this, Mr. Manning or myself will do the wonder-working. Too many wizards spoil the show.”
“Yes, sir. Very well, sir. Sorry if I overstepped, sir.”
Edwards, with Fong transferred to the pontoon, had volunteered to cook, and he went off to the schooner to get supper ready. ”

“ But the water-gods do not work all day and, when it is safe, I will take down the cloths and you are free to visit the ship. But only your canoe must come alongside and only five of your men must board with you.”
Tiburi looked his surprize at the five fingers and promptly held up ten. ”