A DEEP DIVE
"What is it?" asked Helen, who had not understood what Joe's informant
had said.
"It's a diver caught down at the mouth of the outlet pipe of the
reservoir," the man explained. "They're trying to get him up but they
don't seem to get him."
"Why not?" Joe wanted to know.
"Because they can't pull any harder on the life line than they have
been pulling for fear either of breaking the line or of injuring the
diver. And they have to be careful, too, of fouling his air hose. If
that breaks it would be death for him."
"How terrible!" exclaimed Helen. "Can nothing be done to save him?"
"They're trying everything they can think of, Miss," was the man's
answer. "The water company has sent for another diver to go down and
see what the trouble is, but it will be half a day before he can get
here, and by that time----"
He did not finish, but Joe and Helen knew what was meant.
The big crowd about the reservoir was excited, and yet it was a tense,
quiet sort of excitement. It was a grim waiting for what might, at any
moment, happen. Either the diver would be hauled up, or he would perish
deep down there under the calm water.
"How did it happen?" asked Joe. The man seemed to know considerable
about the accident.
"It was this way," he replied. "The reservoir is a new one, and it
hasn't worked just right since the water was let in. That is, the main
supply pipe, by which the water goes out to other and smaller pipes to
be distributed to the different municipalities, gets clogged up every
now and then.
"At first they thought it was because some refuse matter, left on the
ground when the reservoir was built, had gotten into the valves. But a
diver went down and found there was something the matter with the
valves themselves. They open and close the valves from the gate house
over there," and he indicated it, standing on the main dam wall of the
big reservoir.
"After the diver found what was wrong," the man went on, "the water
concern planned to have it fixed, and for some days now the work has
been going on. The diver would go down, his tools would be lowered to
him, and he has been working under water. You see they don't want to
let the water out of the reservoir because it would leave some towns
without a supply, which would be dangerous, if even for a day.
"So the diver has been working down there, and it's pretty deep, too,
about forty feet. There's a good deal of pressure at that depth, though
of course divers have gone deeper."
"Yes," assented Joe. "And how did the accident happen?"
"Nobody knows, exactly. Tom Rand, the diver, went down as usual this
morning, and his tools were let down to him. But he hadn't been down
long, as I understand it, before he signaled to be hauled up. He
signaled in a hurry, too, so something must have happened.
"The men at the air pump and the helpers tried to get him up, but they
couldn't. He was stuck down there, and, as I said, they don't dare pull
too hard for fear of cutting him in two, making a hole in the diving
suit, or breaking the rope. They don't know what to do."
"Why, this is terrible!" exclaimed Helen.
"Yes, Miss, it certainly is. To think of that poor man, caught down
under the water in some way and not able to be got up. Of course he can
breathe, for the air hose is still working, and the men are at the pump
constantly. But it's impossible to stand that pressure very long at a
time, and he'll soon give out from exhaustion, if nothing else happens.
They've sent for another diver, but, as I said, he'll be some time
getting here, and then it may be too late."
"Isn't there another diving suit to be had?" asked Joe.
"No," the man answered.
Helen looked at Joe. She read the thought that was in his mind.
"Did you ever go down in a diving suit?" she asked him in a low voice.
"No, but I'd take a chance if they had one. However, as there isn't I
can't. But perhaps----"
Joe was interrupted by a shout from the crowd. He and Helen, with the
man who had been giving them the information, stood a little to one
side.
"Hello!" exclaimed Joe, "I wonder what happened then?"
"Come with me and we'll find out," proposed the man. "I can take you
over to the gate house where the diver's helpers are at work. I'm a
member of the town water committee," he went on. "You folks are with
the circus, aren't you?"
"Yes," Joe answered. "But we won't have much of a crowd at the
afternoon show if they all stay here at the reservoir to see the diver
rescued."
"That's right," conceded Mr. Blair, as he said his name was. "But we'll
go and see what happened. I can take you in all right."
They made their way through the crowd, which was thronged as near to
the scene of the accident as the men and boys, women and girls, could
get. Several constables stood on guard, but at a nod from Mr. Blair
they let him pass, with Joe and Helen.
"Oh, Joe!" she murmured, as she held his arm. "I'm so afraid something
dreadful will happen."
"Perhaps not," he answered reassuringly.
They found the men at the pump and the other helpers very much excited,
and it was this excitement which had communicated itself to the crowd.
"What happened?" asked Mr. Blair. "Are you getting him up?"
"I only wish we were," wearily said a man who was at the signal line.
"We've not been able to move him an inch, and just now he signaled for
more air. I'm afraid something has gone wrong down there--I mean
something new. Maybe his suit is punctured and he's being drowned."
"Oh, if we could only do something!" exclaimed Mr. Blair. He stood with
Joe, just outside the gate house. On the broad top of the dam, a few
feet above the surface of the water, the pumping apparatus was set up.
Near it were the tools used by the diver in the repair work.
Going down into the water was the air hose, through which oxygen was
supplied. A few bubbles rising to the surface told that the hose was
still connected with the diver's helmet. In addition to the hose a
light but strong line led into the water. A man held this in his hand,
and it was by a series of jerks on this that the diver below
communicated with his helpers above. Then there was a heavy rope made
fast to a ring in the wall. The other end was attached to the diver's
belt.
And these three things--a rope, a line and a hose descending into the
mysterious water--were the only links that connected the diver with
life. That he was still alive was evident, for now and then there came
a feeble pull on the life-line.
Two men had hold of the heavy rope, the end of which was in the diver's
belt, and, from time to time, they pulled on it, hoping that the
unfortunate man had been able to free himself, so he could be pulled
up.
But the rope remained taut--it did not give. The diver was still caught
in the outlet pipe--just how no one could say.
"Can't they drain the reservoir?" asked Joe. "Surely, to save a life,
the towns could do without water for a while."
"Oh, we'd drain it in a minute if we could," said Mr. Blair. "But you
see now we can't get the main outlet pipe open. It's in that one that
the diver is stuck. Only a little water is now flowing through it. We
have opened all the small outlets we can, but it will take three or
four days to empty the reservoir through them."
"Three or four days," murmured Joe. "And in the meanwhile----"
He did not care to finish the sentence.
Again came a quick signal on the life-line.
"He wants more air!" cried the man who interpreted the jerks. "Give him
more air, boys!"
The men at the wheel of the air pump worked it faster. Though why an
increased pressure was wanted no one knew.
"Helen," said Joe in a low voice, "I'm going to try to save that man. I
can't bear to stand here and think he may be slowly dying down there,"
and he pointed to the calm water, unruffled save by the few escaping
bubbles of air.
"But how can you?" asked the girl. "There isn't another diving suit to
be had here, Joe, even if you were used to one."
"I'll go down without one!" declared Joe. "In fact, I think I can work
better without one than in one. I'm going down and try to save him!"
"Oh, if you only can!" she answered. "It would be great! But you will
be careful--won't you?"
Joe nodded. Helen did not ask him not to go. She knew Joe too well for
that. The young circus performer stepped up to Mr. Blair.
"If they'll let me," said Joe, "I'd like to go down and try to free
that diver from whatever is holding him."
"You go down? Are you a diver?"
"Not the kind that uses a suit, no. But I do a diving and tank act in
the circus."
Joe's offer and his talk had aroused instant attention from the crowd
about him and from the men at the air pumps and life-line.
"I guess you'll find, young man, brave and generous as your offer is,"
said one of the air-pumpers, "that diving in a circus tank is some
different from going down forty feet."
"I realize that," said Joe quietly.
"And what about holding your breath?" asked Mr. Blair. "Can you do it?"
"He can hold it for nearly four and a half minutes," said Helen
quickly.
"Whew!" whistled one of the diver's helpers. He knew what that record
meant.
"If you'll let me, I'll go down without a suit," offered Joe. "I'm not
saying I can save your man, but I simply can't stand here and let him
die without making an effort."
"Good for you!" cried one of the pump-men. "Some of us tried to go
down, but we couldn't fetch that far, not being able to hold our
breath. If you'll try, it will be the only chance poor Tom has, for he
can't last much longer, and by the time the other diver gets
here--well, it'll be too late, that's all. Go ahead, young man, and
try."
Murmurs of appreciation greeted Joe's announcement. There was a hurried
consultation among the members of the town water committee, of which
Mr. Blair was one.
"Shall I go down?" asked Joe.
"Yes!" cried Mr. Blair. "Go, and we'll all pray that you may be
successful," he added solemnly. "It is a terrible thing to stand by and
know a fellow being is dying, as Rand may be," and he motioned to the
water, still gently agitated by the air bubbles.
Joe Strong lost no time. He was told there were some old clothes in the
gate house which he could use, and soon, attired in a pair of trousers
cut off short and in an old shirt, he took his place on the reservoir
wall just above the spot where the lifeline disappeared in the water.
It was going to be a deep dive, and Joe knew it. And now, if ever, was
the time for him to break the record in holding his breath. For he
might be able to free the diver in a few seconds, or it might take
minutes.
Joe inflated and deflated his lungs several times. The crowd watched
him as if fascinated. Helen caught Joe's glance and nodded
encouragingly to him, but there was a look of anxiety on her face.
"If Joe should be caught as the diver is," she thought for a flash. And
then she dismissed the dreadful idea, for she dared not dwell on it.
"Well, I'm ready," said Joe, after a pause.
"May you succeed!" whispered Mr. Blair.
Joe took in a long breath--the longest, he felt, he had ever taken.
Then he made his deep dive.