"Beg pardon, sir, but hit looks like you 'ad lost your knife."
Dennis glanced down at the deck where his paraphernalia3 lay. The belt and sheath were there; but the large knife, a regular part of every diver's equipment, was missing.
"That's queer!" he said slowly. "Hm! Probably Corny lost the knife and didn't notice it. Better get me one from the galley4, steward: it'll take a carving5 knife to fit that big sheath."
"Yes, sir." The steward slipped off into the mist. The two Kanakas stood at the pump-wheels, shivering in the mist and talking together.
A moment later the steward reappeared, carrying a long, keenly edged carving knife. He tried it in the sheath, and it fitted well enough.
"Werry good, sir. All set!"
Dennis liked the little Cockney—he liked the man's thorough responsibility in his job of watching the pumps. But now, as he helped adjust the back and breast-pieces, and buckled6 the belt about his waist, he felt once more that in this work he was putting himself in the power of his enemies.
He forced a laugh at the idea; yet it took a supreme7 effort to conquer his imagination. They did not want to kill him, of course—but if they did, how easy in this fog! But that was all nonsense. There was no question of murdering. The very notion was folly8!
Dennis helped the steward adjust the big copper9 helmet, and the Cockney screwed it fast into the neck-plate. A moment later, Dennis was climbing over the rail. The usual diver's shot-line would carry him straight down, and besides this, a ladder had been slung10 over the stern to assist in the ascent11. The steward gave him the four lines, attached to the rail at intervals12 which would prevent their fouling13 after being attached to the cases, and Dennis slipped down into the depths.
As always, the steady and regular clicking of the pumps sounded through his air valves with reassuring14 effect. Captain Pontifex had not provided very up-to-date outfits15, with telephones and electric lights and other frills—for this reason no diving work could be done at night. The suits were good and dependable, however, lacking only gloves to make them well adapted to this icy water.
Dennis resolutely16 dismissed all thoughts of possible danger, and concentrated his attention upon the work in hand.
As Corny had reported, the water down below was clear enough for work, but the lack of filtering sunlight made it gloomy, grey, and obscure in details. When at last Dennis felt his feet touch the bottom, he was forced to stand for a moment and adjust his eyesight to the altered conditions. Presently he was enabled to descry17 objects, and he moved toward the scattered18 and far-strewn heaps of boxes which lay between the two sections of the John Simpson.
Dennis could see nothing of Pontifex at work below, but in the present obscurity that was not strange. Besides, the divers19, from waist and stern of the Pelican20, kept as far apart as possible for fear of the lines fouling.
Now, as he advanced, Dennis thought that he perceived a dimly moving shape off to his left to seaward; but it vanished almost instantly. It might have been some fish, he concluded, or a bunch of drifting algae21. It was now hard upon noon, and the tide was fast on the ebb22.
With the strange buoyancy which comes to the diver on the bottom, Dennis took leaps, one after the other, with a boyish delight. He cleared no ground this way, however, and soon returned to the slow progress afoot; there was too much danger of losing his balance and burying his helmet in the ooze23 as he came down.
Presently he came to an upright crowbar in a heap of boxes, which Corny had been using to pry24 loose each case in order to pass the bight of a line around it. Dennis found two loose boxes and made fast two of his lines; but without tying himself to the pile, he could not use the crowbar—his own buoyancy was too great. So, to save time, he passed on to some scattered cases ahead.
At this juncture25, his remaining two lines fouled26 about his dragging air hose. When at length he got them extricated27 and clear, he had great difficulty in maintaining his balance against the set of the tide. But at length he got the first line fast to a box, and with the second line he secured another.
As he straightened up and grasped his safety-line to signal the steward that he was ready to ascend28, he observed a great shadowy mass in the water ahead. Accustomed to the gloom by this time, he perceived that the mass was the after-end of the John Simpson, reaching up through the water on a sharp incline.
He tugged29 at his line. To his amazement30 he felt no resistance whatever. He tugged harder, more sharply—and the line coiled snakily toward him. At the same instant he heard a sharp click behind his ear; the safety valve in his helmet had snapped shut. His air-tight hose and his line had been parted!
In this supreme moment, when he faced inescapable death, Tom Dennis felt none of his previous fear. His brain worked like a clock.
He knew that either from the stern above, or from the water beneath he had been cut off and left to die. He had been too slow—he had failed to heed31 his inward premonitions. And the sheer horror of it was that he would not die for a comparatively long time. There was sufficient air in his helmet and in the bellying32 folds of his rubber suit to sustain life for several minutes!
What good would this do him? None! What good would it do him to reach the line he had made fast to boxes? None. This was no accident. The ends of his lines told him that they had been cut clean, severed33. Those above would disregard any possible signals, would let him perish miserably34. He could depend upon no one. He was trapped, helpless, murdered!
Then suddenly, Dennis perceived something in the water behind him. He turned.
Not a dozen feet distant, another diver stood there, helmet turned toward him watching. Through the thick glass Dennis glimpsed keen dark eyes, a gleam of white teeth; this was not Pontifex at all. Recognition came to him, and a thin cry escaped his lips—Dumont! Here was the murderer!
Dennis gripped his knife, half-minded to retaliate35 upon this assassin who had cut his lines; for in the man's hand he dimly caught the glitter of steel. But, as Dennis tensed himself for the leap, he checked the movement—another dim figure had appeared!
Amazement held Dennis spellbound, incredulous. There had been but two diving-suits aboard the Pelican; of this he was quite certain. Yet here upon the sea floor stood three divers!
Dumont—for the second figure was manifestly that of the cook—stood staring at Dennis as though inviting36 any hostile movement. But the third figure suddenly rose in the water with a great leap—rose and threw itself forward, and went caroming down upon Frenchy, Then the answer came to Dennis—a diver from the Jap boat! Under shelter of the fog, knowing themselves unseen, the little brown men had gone to work!
And as he realized this, Dennis saw the figures of the two other divers, plunging37 together upon the bottom, abruptly38 obscured from his sight by a red mist uprising through the water. With horrified39 comprehension, Dennis realized that the murderer, Dumont, had been taken unawares, had been caught in his own trap—had cut the lines of one man only to have an unseen enemy spring upon him and stab him to death!
Dennis turned, and with a wild leap left the red-smeared scene behind.
The whole affair, from the moment he had heard his helmet valve click, had not taken twenty seconds, Already there had sprung into Dennis's brain the comprehension that he had but one bare slim hope of salvation40—almost subconsciously41 he was aware of it, and almost upon intuition he leaped upward through the water. He leaped not toward the Pelican, where he knew well that no help awaited him, but away from her; he leaped toward the shattered and sundered42 afterpart of the John Simpson.
Speed now meant life. He could not reach the shore in time, already—was it fact or imagination?—he fancied that his breathing was getting more difficult, the air in his lungs hot and vitiated. There came to him the horrible thought of a diver leaping about the bottom of the sea, leaping in huge bounds of twenty feet upward, leaping like a mad crazed animal until the air in his suit gave out and he dropped head-foremost in the ooze. It was a frantic43 thought. Upon the heels of it something tugged at the trailing lifeline and jerked Dennis down head first.
Knife in hand, he recovered his balance, thinking that the Jap diver had pursued him. But the trailing end of his line had caught in some obstruction—nothing more. With a sobbing44 breath of relief, Dennis slashed45 away the line and bore onward46 with a high leap.
That bound gained the crushed decking of the John Simpson. The afterpart of the wreck47 lay upon a sharply inclined plane, its broken forward end upon the bottom, the stern high in its nest of rocks. Up that sharp steep slope crawled Tom Dennis.
To maintain his balance and to keep any foothold upon the slimy decking was difficult. He clung to the rail with his left hand, slowly working himself upward. He dared try no leaping here, lest like a rubber ball he fly over the rail with the seaward current and drop; and if a diver drops thirty feet he is apt to be crushed all at once into his helmet by the pressure—and it would not be nice.
"Can't take chances!" thought Dennis, then laughed inwardly at the notion. Take chances! Why, he was basing his entire hope of salvation upon chances of which he was totally uncertain! It had swiftly come to him that by gaining the after end of the wreck, by crawling up her sloping deck to the stern, he would be out of the water. But would he? How far had the tide ebbed48? He did not know. He could not remember what time the tide had turned—whether the wreck would be now uncovered or not.
Then there was the fog; another chance. If the fog had only slightly lessened49, so those aboard the Pelican could see stern of the wreck, they would finish their work with rifles should Dennis emerge. Thus there was a double chance against him. Should he find himself out of water at the stern of the wreck, his only hope then would be that the fog still held thick as ever.
His ears were roaring now, and paining with an ache that thrummed at each pulse-beat. The air was steadily50 growing worse; Dennis paused to press more air up from his billowing suit, and gained momentary51 relief.
It occurred to him that he still had one friend aboard the Pelican—the steward. His knife had been removed purposely; the steward had noticed its absence; therefore, the little Cockney was not in on the murder-scheme. Dennis laughed slightly and turned again to his task of climbing.
Dragging himself up that slimy steep decking was hard work, and he cursed the tremendous weights that held him down; the buoyancy seemed gone out of him with his weariness. Then, suddenly, he came to a dead halt, straining his eyes to look upward and ahead, and keen despair went through him like a knife.
He had gained the after hatchway which was uncovered and yawned in a black hole to his right. Directly in front of him was the overhang of the poop—an eight-foot wall which, owing to the position of the wreck, deserved its name so far as Dennis was concerned. It overhung him; in order to go up the ladder in front of him, Dennis would have to do it hand over hand, or not at all!
For a moment he paused. Pains had seized and were racking him. His throat and lungs felt afire. He knew that he could not last much longer, and with a frightful52 effort he flung himself forward; the knife, his sole means of escape from the diving-suit, he thrust down into the sheath of his belt, trusting that it would remain there.
Gripping the stairs of the ladder, Dennis hauled himself up. He dared spare nothing of energy or effort now; he was staking all upon one effort. If he failed to reach the poop he was gone.
Strangling, gasping53 spasmodically for the air that burned out his lungs, he came at last to the end of the ladder. He got his head about it; he could see the poop-deck there before him, and he writhed55 desperately56 over the edge of the ladder. With all his lightness in the water, he nearly failed at that moment. For one sickening instant he felt himself going backward and down—then, heaving upward convulsively, he somehow made it safely. For a moment he lay weak and helpless.
A spasm54 of strangulation forced him on. He groped behind him for his knife, found it, and pressed forward. The water was lighter57 now—he was near the top. How near? Unless the stern were clear of the water, he would be lost. There was blood in his throat; his nose and ears were bleeding. To his terror, he lost his balance and plunged58 against the rail, nearly going over. He gripped the rail and hauled himself onward.
A frightful madness seized him, a convulsive gasping for relief, and he was near to ripping asunder59 his diving-suit. His frantic efforts had exhausted60 what little oxygen remained; he could press up no more good air from his suit. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, he found that some horrible, deadly, agonizing61 weight was pressing him down. He could see only the grey dimness around him; red specks62 were dancing before his eyes; that awful weight was oppressing him, and what caused it, he did not know, unless it were death. He came up against the rounded bulge63 of the stern-rail. It was the end. He could go no farther.
"That ends it!" he thought despairingly. "The tide hasn't ebbed enough."
He fell forward, unable to lift the weight of that copper helmet, for the oppression was crushing him down. He could not make out what that frightful weight could be, nor did he care. He reached up with his knife, as he lay there, and determined64 to end things swiftly. He refused to be longer tortured.
With a swift, reckless motion he ripped asunder the breast of his diving-suit.
To his amazement, nothing happened. No water entered. Instead, came a breath of cold sweet air that literally65 brought life into his lungs!
Two minutes later he was sitting up, sobbing the good clean air into his body! He saw then what had happened—what that awful weight had been! It had been only the weight of his own body and equipment. Unknown to himself, he had emerged from the water into the dense66 thickness of the fog.
He had won clear!
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spoke
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galley
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carving
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buckled
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folly
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copper
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slung
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fouling
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reassuring
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outfits
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resolutely
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descry
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scattered
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divers
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pelican
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algae
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juncture
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fouled
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extricated
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ascend
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amazement
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severed
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frantic
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sobbing
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slashed
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onward
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lessened
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