Three hours later someone noticed an unknown vessel making its way into the lagoon. She was stubby and small, and had short thick masts with heavy booms tilted up at steep angles. Her Diesel engines boomed hollowly, louder than the surf. As she entered the lagoon, a searchlight winked on and flicked here and there. It finally found the wharf where the _Esperance_ was moored. Men of the tracking station staff went down to the wharf to meet the small row boat that was now coming ashore. A short, stout, irate fishing boat skipper waved his arms and shouted angrily. What had _los americanos_ done to keep _La Rubia_ from catching fish? Why had they changed the arrangement by which the starving wives and children of _La Rubia's_ crew were fed? He would protest to the Philippine Government! He would expose the villainy of _los americanos_ to the world! He demanded that now, instantly, the original state of affairs be restored! A fish leaped out of the water nearby. Where it leaped, and where it fell back, bright specks of luminosity appeared. Even the ripples of the splashes glowed faintly as they spread outward. The skipper of _La Rubia_ stared. And now the people of the island realized that the look of the water was not altogether commonplace. Little bluish flames under the surface showed that many fish darted there. There were more fish than usual in the lagoon. Many more. The lagoon had suddenly become a fine place to catch fish. Some care would be needed, of course. There were doubtless coral heads in plenty. But still ... The skipper of _La Rubia_ abruptly returned to his fury and his protests. _La Rubia_ had gone to the place where she always found fish. Always! There was a humming in the water there, and fish were to be found in quantity. But yesterday the American ship had been there, and also this very yacht! _La Rubia_ stayed out of sight lest the _americanos_ learn her fishing secrets. But it was useless. When the two American ships were gone, there was no longer a humming in the sea and no more fish for the crew of _La Rubia_ to capture for their hungry wives and children. And therefore he, Capitán Saavedra, demanded that the _americanos_ restore the previous state of affairs. Davis would have intervened, but the chubby skipper erupted into wilder and more theatrical accusations still. Let them not deny what they had done! Fish were always to be found where there was a humming in the sea that _las orejas de ellos_ heard and reported to him. But that humming was not in its former place. It was here! At the entrance of the lagoon! The fish were here, also! _Los americanos_ had moved the fish so the crewmen of _La Rubia_ could not feed their wives and children. _Los americanos_ wished to take all the fish for themselves! But fish were the property of all men, especially fishermen with starving wives and children. So he, Capitán Saavedra, would fish in this lagoon, and he defied anyone to stop him.