The Deadly Spring Gun
The storm blew itself out by noon of the following day, leaving an
overcast sky and heavy swells. An inspection with the binoculars showed
that all was quiet at the frogmen's house. Their boat was tied to the
pier.
"They probably recovered the brass ball during the night," Rick
observed, "or perhaps early this morning."
"The question is," Scotty remarked, "did they take the gadget to the
octopus cave?"
Tony joined them on the porch in time to hear Scotty's query. "I can
shed some light on that. It happens that I woke up at dawn and looked
out to see how the weather was behaving. The frogmen were anchored off
the eastern reef in the same place. We can assume that they picked up
the brass ball and put it back in the cave near the wreck."
Rick rubbed his hand over his short hair in a gesture of bewilderment.
"But what's their game? What do they get from the brass ball?"
"I rather imagine Steve Ames would like to know the same thing. If you
boys have no objection, I think I'll spend the afternoon at my midden.
What are you planning?"
Rick looked at Scotty. "Dive at the wreck?"
"Sure. Frogmen or no frogmen, there's still a golden statue of St.
Francis somewhere down there."
After lunch the boys checked their equipment, being particularly careful
because they had not rinsed out the regulators with fresh water after
every dive. Their small supply of water, coupled with the odd hours at
which the equipment had been used, was the reason. They took a little
water from their supply and used it to clean the regulators. The rest of
the equipment would just have to wait.
Tony departed for his Indian midden, tools slung over his shoulder. The
boys started the compressor to fill the tanks used the previous night,
then untied the _Water Witch_ and headed for the diving area. Scotty
scanned the frogmen's house through the glasses, but saw nothing of
interest.
They anchored just outside the reef and looked for their buoy. It was
gone, probably torn away by the storm.
"We can find the wreck again," Rick said. "No trouble. I could find my
way around here in the dark." He grinned. "I have!"
"Shall we take a look in the octopus cave too?"
"A quick one. I doubt that we'd see more than we saw last night. Our job
now is finding out what kind of information the frogmen get. And I don't
know how we'll do that."
"Wait for a break," Scotty replied. "Come on. Let's get into the water."
It was cold. The storm had blown in colder water from the open sea. Rick
felt goose flesh and wished they had brought along midseason suits.
The water was murky, too, because of the sand and silt stirred up by the
storm. The murkiness started about twenty feet below the surface. Not
until they were over fifty feet down did the water clear again. The
light was reduced somewhat by the murk, but visibility was good. Rick
had brought his camera to take motion pictures around the wreck. There
would be enough light.
Scotty carried the big jet spear gun. It was powerful enough to spear
sharks or big barracuda, just in case the frogmen decided to be
"mischievous" again.
Rick led the way to the octopus cave, glancing up now and then to make
sure they were alone in the water. The little octopus was in his usual
position on the ledge.
Scotty, spear gun extended, swam right into the cave. Rick followed,
holding the camera tightly to his chest to keep it from scraping on the
coral. Scotty had his flashlight going, so Rick didn't bother with his
own.
The cave was just about large enough for both of them. It was a typical
coral formation, not much different from the reef outside, except that
the brass ball was in the center of the rough floor.
The boys examined the cave thoroughly and saw nothing of interest. Rick
pushed at Scotty's shoulder and swam out again. Scotty followed. The
octopus watched them go.
The wreck of the _Maiden Hand_ was just as they had left it, and the
grouper was back in his comfortable cabin. He departed at high speed as
the boys appeared. They had agreed to start work aft of the captain's
cabin, and the wrecking bars were carried under their tank harnesses for
the purpose. Both were convinced that there was nothing more to be found
in the cabin, although the possibility remained that false boards in the
floor or walls might conceal the statue.
Rick tied his camera to a projection, then took his wrecking bar and
looked for a place to start. Scotty pointed to a place where there were
boards aft of the cabin they had already uncovered, and they started to
work.
By the time they had pried off the first few boards it was time to
surface. They went topside and changed tanks, then rested for half an
hour. There was no sign of activity at the frogmen's house, nor could
they see Tony at work on his midden, since the location was hidden by
palms.
Rick said thoughtfully, "The brass ball might be some kind of signaling
device."
"What kind of signals?"
He didn't know the answer to that. "Anyway, since it's underwater, if it
sends out anything it must be sound impulses. Otherwise we wouldn't hear
it wail. And what good is sound if not for signals?" added Rick.
"Sonar," Scotty reminded.
The boys were familiar with sonar because of the Spindrift work on the
Submobile. Very high frequency sound impulses were sent out, and the
echoes were timed or used in other ways. It was the way in which bottom
tracings were made by surface craft, and the way in which Navy ships
detected submarines. It could be used for locating schools of fish.
"It could be sonar of some kind," Rick agreed. "But what good would it
do anyone to stick a sonar device on an island like this?"
And there speculation stopped again, the question still unanswered.
They dove to the wreck and continued the hard labor of taking the aft
end of the ship apart. When they finally got the new area cleared of
rotted boards and timbers it was only to find a cabin already filled
with sand.
Rick borrowed the spear from Scotty's gun and thrust it down into the
sand. It slid in easily, meeting no obstruction. He probed with it but
found nothing except more sand.
Discouraged, he wrote on his belt slate, "Mybe no bottm. Flr of cbn my
be gne."
Scotty nodded. He lifted his hands in a gesture of inquiry. Now what?
Rick thought about it for a moment. Tony had been right! They probably
would have to remove every board in sight, carrying the ship away piece
by piece. But then what? There was the distinct possibility that the
statue was somewhere under sand, and they had no way of removing the
sand to see.
It was apparent that most of the ship was under the sand--if the
remainder of the ship was still intact. But Rick couldn't escape the
feeling that Captain Campion would have kept the statue close to him.
And that meant in the aft part of the ship, the part that was exposed.
Scotty hooted twice, pointing at his watch. It was time to surface. The
next dive would be their last for the day.
On the surface, Rick sounded discouraged as he said, "The cabin we
uncovered might not even have a deck. There may be nothing but a mile of
sand under it. And there isn't much of the aft part of the ship left to
explore, either. I guess tomorrow we can plan to take the captain's
cabin apart board by board."
"We'll need Tony and Zircon for hard labor like that," Scotty answered.
"Notice how quickly you get tired down there? Also, we use air a lot
faster when we work."
"Let's just sort of make a survey this time," Rick suggested. "We can
probe for any cracks we might have missed, and I'll take some over-all
shots of the wreck. Then we'll call it a day."
They followed Rick's plan. He took pictures of Scotty, with wrecking
bar, prying at likely places in the exposed part of the ship. But Scotty
uncovered nothing of interest. In one place his prying disturbed another
moray, who demonstrated his anger at the intruders by trying to fasten
his needle teeth in the wrecking bar.
A metallic clang caused them to lose interest in the eel suddenly. They
looked at each other, then turned and swam toward the apparent direction
of the sound. At that moment a distant wail struck their ears.
The brass ball!
Rick wondered. He had heard no boat noise. The brass ball must be
operating automatically. He hooted for Scotty's attention, then pointed
toward the cave.
Scotty checked his spear gun and motioned for Rick to lead. Rick pushed
his camera in front of him and made his fins move rapidly. There might
be some outward sign when the ball sounded, something that would tell
them a little about its mechanism or purpose.
As the cave came in view he coasted, looking upward. The murky layer
prevented his seeing very far, but there was no one in sight. He let
inertia carry him toward the cave, then swung upright in the water as he
saw that the octopus had moved a little distance from the cave mouth.
Instinctively Rick knew that something was wrong, but it was too late to
get out of harm's way.
A frogman emerged from the cave, spring-type spear gun pointed directly
toward them. The frogman held the brass instrument in his free hand.
Even as Rick hooted a warning, the frogman fired!
His spear lanced through the water directly at Scotty!