“Up one, down two. That’s all ye need.” He jerked the rope in my hand
once, twice, and then started forward to take the wheel. We had been
racing swiftly across, towards the lights of Portsmouth, as I made
my diving toilet, but my thoughts, far swifter, had gone thousands
of miles more. Suppose I never came up? If I did not, would Dorothy
ever know? Had I made a mistake in not speaking before? Unavailing
regret tore at me. Yet stronger than any regret or any weakness was my
determination to fulfil my mission. Here was the next step. I must see
what lay below the waves. As I sat there, in my cumbrous raiment, I
tried to analyze my sensations. No danger I had heretofore encountered
had ever caused me anything but a pleasing excitement. Why should this
have a disquieting effect upon me, when Tom was so eager to go. The
answer came like a flash, in Lord Bacon’s words, “He that hath wife and
children, hath given hostages to fortune.” I had neither as yet, but my
whole heart was set on having them. My feeling was not cowardly fear.
Rather, it was instinctive regret at taking the chance of going and
leaving Dorothy behind. I breathed easier when I had worked that out,
and gradually, as my mind quieted, the uneasiness gave away to a sense
of eager expectation. The shore lights were growing brighter, and Tom,
leaving his place at the bow, came down the boat towards my seat in the
stern.
“We’re almost there, old man,” he remarked jubilantly. “The lad has
the bearings. He’ll put us over the exact spot, and then you can go
overboard. It’s a chance of a lifetime.”
Just as he spoke, the lad turned. “Bee’s there,” he said, as he stopped
the motor and threw out an anchor. The great coil of rope ran swiftly
down for a considerable distance, and brought the boat up with a jerk.
The boy came back towards us.
“Screw up t’ bull’s-eye now an’ start t’ poomp,” he directed.
“Good luck, old man,” said Tom, wringing my hand, as he started up the
air pump.
“Same to you. I go with leaden steps,” I remarked, waving my lead-soled
shoe as I spoke.
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