"Nor I either," said "Montey" Brown as he, with others who had come out on the trip of the _Jules Verne_ and _Nautilus_, crowded around. But Jay was thinking of something else. Dick! Where was his chum, Dick Monaghan? What had happened to him? "We've got to find him somehow; I am sure that he followed me out of the _Nautilus_. He said he would follow suit as I prepared to lower away through the aquascope." Under orders of Captain Austin a small dory was being lowered aft, manned by a trio of sailors who had orders to patrol the waters just forward of the _Jules Verne_ over the spot where the _Nautilus_ had been submerged. "Let me go along; I've got to find my chum," wailed Jay as he saw the boat going over the side. But friendly hands restrained him. He was in no condition for further effort after his hazardous exploit. Just then there came a cry from the bridge of the _Jules Verne_, where a number of visitors had taken their station earlier in the day to watch the demonstration of the new diving craft. "Look! What's that object floating in the water off the port bow? Not more than three or four points off and about fifty feet ahead." A gentleman in panama hat and palm beach suit, a representative of a maritime magazine, who had come aboard as a guest of Superintendent Brown, was pointing out over the water. Immediately all attention was directed that way. Jay had come up out of the depths on the starboard bow of the _Jules Verne_; so, of one accord, passengers and crew of the vessel surged to the port rail and scanned the waters of the Sound. Jay was one of the first across the deck. "Where is it? What is it?" he called out excitedly. The journalist pointed. Every eye followed the general direction indicated by the pointing finger. "Some object floating in the water. Can't see what it is from here," added the lookout. Several others standing by his side agreed there was something out there in the water. "It's Dick! It's Dick, my chum!" Jay was in a frenzy and would have leaped overboard to go to the rescue had he not been restrained. Captain Austin by this time had run aft and with megaphone in hand directed the sailors in the dory to row around the stern of the _Jules Verne_ and come up on the port bow of the vessel. In all this confusion, amid all the babel of voices, there resounded the furious barking of a dog. Fismes, an eye-witness of the rescue of Jay, had become all excited, too, and was giving vent to himself with raucous barking. With canine instinct the animal seemed to sense the situation. And when everyone began pointing in a certain direction over the side, the dog concluded there was something out there demanding attention; something to be retrieved from the water.