A beam of light cut through the night and outlined Pat as he stood on the deck. "Someone tried to board us and we had to call out our own riot squad," yelled Pat. "Looks like everything is all right now and I don't think we'll have any more visitors tonight." Satisfied, the watchman returned and Pat called down for Tim to hand up another bulb to replace the one which had been taken from the light over the hatch. "I'm sure we won't have any more callers," he said, "but this light may discourage them even though it didn't the first time. How in the dickens did you happen to wake up?" "You might call it my 'news sense' being on the job," said Tim as he rubbed his bruised chin. "The first thing I sensed was that the light was out. Then I knew someone was moving around in the control room and after that I was almost too scared to move." "Seems to me you did a pretty nice job of tackling, but the next time don't bring your man down on top of me. It's an awful shock to awake in the middle of the night and find a first class fight taking place right in your midships." Tim glanced at his wrist watch. "It's one a.m.," he said. "What's on the schedule now?" "We might as well try and get a little more sleep. I think the fireworks are over for tonight." Pat rolled back into his blankets and a minute later Tim followed his companion's action but where Pat was soon in a deep sleep, Tim remained awake, thinking over the attack and the dangers of their long voyage into the Caribbean. He was glad Commander Ford had decided to take a seaplane on the trip. It made him feel more comfortable for if anything happened to the _S-18_ on the treasure hunt, they might be able to get word of their plight to the world by using the seaplane. Tim finally slept and when he awoke, sunlight was streaming down through the hatch and Commander Ford was climbing aboard. "Fine pair of watchmen I left," he smiled. "You left one mighty alert one," put in Pat, and he recounted their experiences of the night. "Sladek is certainly losing no time in trying to hamper my plans," said Ford. "I imagine he'll attempt to trail us all of the way to the island but we may fool him if we decide to travel underwater for a few miles." "But you couldn't do that with the plane on deck," protested Tim. "We might release the plane and have you fly on ahead, meeting us at the rendezvous on the island," suggested Ford. If Tim thought his days on the _News_ had been busy, they were nothing compared with the bustle of activity which settled down on the _S-18_. For his own part, he was busy testing the seaplanes at the Sea King factory and he finally selected the craft which the sales manager had recommended. It was a three passenger job, light but sturdy and exceptionally easy to handle.