In the end the leader of the salvage crew surrendered to his determined diver. It was agreed they would wait until ten o'clock when all was quiet and that no word should be spread among the crew of the _Jules Verne_. So while Captain Austin went off to inspect the ship, and in particular the guard whom he had posted, Jay repaired to his stateroom and stretched out for a little rest. Dick was with him and Fismes snoozed near the open door. "How many men do you suppose they have on board over there?" queried Dick, pointing in the direction of the unknown vessel. "Goodness only knows; they may have a dozen or fifty," said Jay. "She looks like a pretty big boat as near as you can size her up in the dark. If they came out here after any of that gold you can make up your mind they are well equipped to take care of themselves. They have enough men to put up a good fight and quite likely are as well armed if not better than we are." "What makes you think they are here after the _Dominion's_ gold? I thought only a few people knew where the liner went down, let alone that she carried such wealth," pondered Dick. "True enough," said Jay. "Not many people do know where she is. But they could find out. You remember that we were out here once before on the _Dominion_. Possibly some member of the crew of the _Nemo_ has spread the news." Ten o'clock found Jay ready for the venture. He had divested himself of all his outer clothing and had resolved to make the trip dressed only in a bathing suit. The night was warm and the water just the temperature for a cool swim. The youth went unarmed. "Just going out to reconnoiter a little bit," he had said. Jay's plan was to get aboard the strange craft in some way, look her over and report back his observations. What they would be he had not the slightest idea. His sole intent was to learn something about the unfriendly ship that had refused to divulge its identity and to bring back this information to the _Jules Verne_. He resolved to go unarmed, deciding not even to carry a dirk in his belt, although Dick had suggested that for the sake of self-protection in a possible surprise attack. "No, if the worst comes to the worst I'll just jump overboard and get back here in a jiffy," Jay had said. Accompanied by his chum, Jay started from his stateroom for the bridge, there to consult a moment with Captain Austin before leaving. On the way the two Brighton boys dropped in on Larry Seymour in the wireless room just to say "howdy." "Good enough, fellows," said Larry, as the two Brighton boys stepped into the wireless station. "I've just been talking with a revenue cutter--the _Marblehead_. She's anchored for the night in a cove about five miles around the bend of the coast line from us." "Fine!" exclaimed Jay, as he brought his fist down on the table. And then he added: "Tell him we might need his services around here pretty shortly and to keep a sharp ear out for us."