UNDER THE SEA
In the boat they had installed the radio apparatus necessary for
locating submerged objects, together with a log to be used as a buoy
attached to a long length of cord. The purpose of this was to mark the
site of the wreck if they should be so fortunate as to locate it.
Benton, who was rowing the boat, was skeptical over Phil’s radio outfit,
and did not hesitate to express his doubts.
“I know you’ve tried to explain the business to me, Phil,” he said, “but
I’m blest if I understand it yet. How do you figure to locate that wreck
with radio waves?”
“It’s not so complicated as it seems,” said Phil. “This set is equipped
with unusually sensitive vacuum tubes, and with certain condenser
arrangements, radio waves affected by metal deposits are received
through the water. Now, in the receivers of this set I can hear the
incoming radio waves, and the second that they vary in strength I know
that we are near some large quantity of metal. That’s simple enough,
isn’t it?”
“Well, yes, but this was a wooden ship, remember,” objected Benton.
“Yes, but if it’s the one we are after, there is plenty of metal
aboard,” said Phil. “Yellow metal—gold, in other words, as well as
anchors, windlass and other metals.”
“I only hope you’re right,” said the other, still a little doubtfully.
“We must be pretty close to the location now, if the old Spaniard didn’t
have his facts twisted.”
Phil was listening intently to the message conveyed by his earphones, at
times adjusting his condensers to get the maximum strength. Still there
was no perceptible change in the intensity of sound, and Phil’s face
began to wear a worried look, while Benton grew more and more skeptical.
“The old fellow says in his papers that the ship had barely cleared the
reef when it sank,” said Phil at last. “Perhaps it went further than he
thought, Jack. Let’s try it out a little further.”
The other bent to his oars, and they zigzagged away from the reef,
drawing out toward the open sea. Suddenly the sounds in the receivers
became softer for a few seconds, but then resumed their former tone.
“Back water, Jack!” exclaimed Phil. “Something happened just then, as
though we were skirting along the edge of something down there.”
With renewed energy Benton pushed the boat back over its path, and sure
enough, in a few seconds the sounds faded. With his hands Phil motioned
to turn to the right, but then the signals became loud again, so he
hurriedly motioned to the left. This time he was evidently on the right
track, for the sounds grew steadily fainter until he could hardly hear
them, and then increased as they kept on rowing.
“Back water just a little way, Jack!” said Phil excitedly, and seized
the buoy with its attached anchor. This time, as the signals faded out
to almost nothing, he dropped the buoy anchor with a splash, and
snatched the earphones from his head.
“We’ve located something, all right!” he exclaimed, as he switched off
the battery. “It may not be the wreck we’re after, of course, but I’ll
bet anything that it’s _some_ wreck.”
“You row and let me listen,” said Benton, so Phil took the oars while
the other put on the headphones. As Phil rowed toward the buoy, Benton
heard the signals diminish just as they had before, and for the first
time seemed really convinced that Phil’s radio was a practical
proposition.
“Back we go for the diving apparatus, then,” he said eagerly. “It’s
early yet, and if they’ve got it ready we can make a descent before
dark.”
Phil was as anxious as he, and they both took a pair of oars and made a
record trip back to the beach. When the others saw them coming at such a
pace they surmised that their trip had been successful, and even before
they landed were shouting questions at them.
Phil told them briefly what they had discovered, and they were all
eagerness to go out with the raft. It was an ideal day for diving
operations, with a calm sea and no sign of a cloud in the sky so, as the
apparatus was all rigged on the raft, they started forthwith.
It was slow work towing the cumbrous raft, and seemed all the more slow
on account of their impatience to arrive at the scene of operations. But
after an hour’s backbreaking toil they located the buoy, and were soon
anchored alongside it.
Phil would not hear of anybody going down ahead of him, so he donned the
heavy suit, with helmet and lead weighted shoes. Then they tried out the
windlass to make sure that it was working properly, and at Phil’s signal
they lowered him over the side of the raft.
The water was not cold, and he hardly felt its chill as he was lowered
into the translucent depths.
The diving suit that he was using was on the model of that which Benton
had recommended when they were laying their plans for the cruise, but on
a smaller scale and of lesser weight than the kind designed for greater
depths.
As Phil descended steadily the pressure increased, and diminished
somewhat the intensity of the lights that were attached to his suit. In
a short time his feet were on the sandy bottom. Strange but beautiful
plants grew on the ocean floor, while queer fish floated before the
heavy glass windows of his helmet.
He had not progressed far when there loomed before him the hulk of an
old ship, and Phil moved toward it with the grip of great excitement at
his heart. So far his radio had not deceived him. Here was the sunken
ship that it had indicated. But was it the right one? That only
exploration could tell.
Phil had landed some distance in front of its bows, and they rose high
above his head, precluding the possibility of boarding the wreck at that
point. Phil moved slowly along the side, and found that the high bows
swept sharply down toward the waist. It was easy to see that the ship
was of an ancient type, and Phil’s heart beat faster as he noted this
and the fact that the heavy timbers had partly rotted away, indicating a
great length of time under water.
He reached the middle of the old vessel and here had little difficulty
in clambering aboard. Once more a man stood on the old deck that
centuries ago had been teeming with life and had known the hot suns of
many seas. Now sunk in the still depths of the ocean and half buried in
sand, it had an inexpressibly mournful appearance, and it seemed almost
sacrilege to disturb that age-old quiet.
He must have yielded to the spell cast upon him much longer than he had
thought, for he was recalled from them by a sudden feeling of
oppression, and with a start he realized that his air was rapidly
becoming close and unbreathable. He had only taken a limited supply of
oxygen in his tank for this preliminary survey, which he figured would
take him but a short time. Still he was not greatly worried, and he gave
a sharp tug at the line by which he had been let down. There was no
response. And then with a sinking of the heart he realized that the line
must have been fouled on some part of the wreck.
There was no time to lose and he set about instantly to find where the
cable was caught. It was not long before he discovered that it had been
caught by the projecting stump of the bowsprit. This was high above his
head, and already he was suffering from the first pangs of suffocation.
He realized that unless he freed himself in a minute or two he would be
too far gone to help himself and would perish miserably in the cold,
green depths.
Summoning the last of his strength, he struggled up hand over hand
toward the tangle that seemed so far away. By dint of sheer will power
he reached it at last. Black spots were floating before his eyes and it
seemed as though his laboring lungs must burst, but he finally
succeeded, and as he gave a tug at the freed line consciousness left
him.
When he came to, bright sunlight was in his eyes and delicious salt open
air was entering his lungs. The anxious faces of his friends peered down
at him, but when he opened his eyes they gave a cheer that startled the
sea birds circling about overhead.
“Glory be!” exclaimed Benton, fervently. “We were just getting ready to
dive for you as a last resort. What caught you?”
Phil briefly recounted what he had found, and the narrow escape he had
experienced.
“But I’m all right now, and we’ve located the wreck,” he concluded. “I
haven’t much doubt that it’s the one we’re looking for. But it’s so
covered with sand that the only way we’ll ever be able to get at the
inside is to blow it open.”
“Well, old man, dynamite is a fast worker,” said Benton. “I wish we had
brought some with us on the raft, but I guess we’ve done enough for
to-day, anyway. You must have had enough underwater experience for one
day, Phil.”
“If we had the dynamite here, I’d go down again right now,” declared
Phil. “Only this time I’d keep a closer watch on the line. I got so
interested in the wreck that I forgot it for a time.”
They were all jubilant over the certainty that they had the wreck
located, and pulled back to the beach in high spirits. Had it been a
little earlier they would have gone out again, but the afternoon was
waning, and besides the sky had become overcast and there were
indications of a coming storm. So they reluctantly decided to postpone
operations for the day, and repaired to the cave. The evening was spent
in excited discussion of the day’s happenings and plans for the morrow,
and they were up early the following morning to put them into execution.
What was their disappointment to find a heavy wind blowing with a rough
sea breaking against the outer reef. Obviously there was nothing to be
done but wait until the wind and sea subsided, and in the meantime they
decided to explore the island.