“Straight from heaven, I guess. At least, I can’t imagine how else she got into the sea. No, stop! I believe-- Yes, by George, that’s it. Maybe you remember that a Spanish cruiser was lost at sea two or three years ago--disappeared in a big storm and was never heard of again? If I remember rightly, she had a submarine on board. This may be it. Yes! See! Here’s its name--Tiburon; that’s Spanish for Seashark. That cruiser must have drifted in here with it on board.” “But where is she? How did this boat get here--to this very place?” “I don’t know, but I can guess. Forbes must have brought it here. He threw out hints about such a boat the first time I talked with him. Yes, he must have brought it here. How he managed it I don’t know, and I don’t much care. The boat is ours now by that same law of salvage by which he claimed the Queen and her contents. What’s sauce for the goose will do for the gander. But think how marvellous it is that we should have come here, straight as a homingbird--to here! the exact place where he had left his gold and his boat. And, yet, after all, it is not quite so marvellous as it seems, since he could hardly have kept her anywhere except up this channel, and we have been following the line of it for miles.” “Can we get away on her?” “Certainly! All of us, and more, too, if necessary.” “But how will we get through the weed?” “We won’t go through it. We’ll go under it. The weed isn’t thick, you know--only a few feet at most; it grows on top of the water, which is two miles deep here, and we’ll simply dive under it.” Dorothy shuddered. “Go under the water, you mean?” she questioned. “Oh! Frank, is it safe?” “Safe? Surely! I have been down many a time in boats much like this. Of course--I won’t deceive you--accidents are always possible, but there is really little risk, if the machinery works well. And we can’t tell about that till we try. Don’t be afraid, dear. God has been too good to us to let it all come to naught now.” “I’m not afraid, Frank. I’m not afraid anywhere with you, my king of men.” Howard had something to say to this, but it is scarcely worth setting down; lovers’ confidences seldom are. By and by he started up. “I’m afraid we’re as mad one way as those people on the galleon are in another,” he smiled. “I’m wasting valuable time that should be used in getting you out of this before Forbes finds us. He’s sure to be looking up this place very soon.” A thought struck Dorothy. “Oh, those poor people!” she exclaimed. “Can’t you take some of their gold for them, Frank? A little money will mean so much to the Joyces. They are too old to go to work again, and----” “It would come in rather handy with me, too. But I don’t see-- By George! Yes, I think I do! Let’s look.” He dived down again into the body of the submarine and soon reappeared, his face radiant.