"Well, I was thinking we'd better keep on looking for the Pandora. I
don't want that fellow Hardley to get the bulge on us."

"Oh," laughed Tom, "he isn't likely to. But we won't take any chances.
As soon as I see if we can learn anything that may be useful from this
hulk, we'll go back and start on our way again."

The party of divers, led by Koku, who wanted to point out his
discovery, walked slowly along on the bottom of the sea, around to the
stern of the Blakesly.

"See!" said the giant through his telephone, and, as the instruments
were interchanging, all heard him.

Koku pointed to several ropes and chains that were dangling from the
stern of the sunken craft. Evidently they had been used by those who
sought to escape from the sinking ship after she had been torpedoed.

"Wait a minute!" Tom telephoned, as he saw Koku grasp a chain,
evidently with the object of hoisting himself up on deck by the simple
method of going up hand over hand. He could easily do this by adjusting
the air pressure inside his diving suit to make himself more buoyant.

"Koku go up!" said the giant.

"Better make sure that chain will hold you," cautioned Tom. The giant
proved it by several powerful tugs, and then began to raise himself
from the sandy bed of the ocean.

"Well, if it will hold him it will hold us," asserted Tom. "Ned, we'll
go up. You two stay here," he said to the members of his crew. "We
can't take any chances of all getting in the same accident if there
should be one."

A little later Tom, Ned, and Koku stood on the deck of the sunken
craft. Much of what she had carried had been swept off, either in the
explosions or by reason of currents generated by storms since the
fatality. But what seemed to be the cabin of the captain, or of some of
the officers, was in plain view and easy of access from this level.

"Let's take a look!" said Tom.

Ned followed him to the door. It had been torn off, and inside was a
table made fast to the floor. From the appearance of the room it was
evidently the compartment where the charts were kept, and where the
captain or his officers worked out the reckoning. But it was
tenantless now, and if any maps or papers had been out they were
dissolved in sea water some time since.

"Let's see if we can find the log book," proposed Ned.

"Good idea," assented Tom.

Using the iron bars they carried, they forced open some of the lockers,
but aside from pulp, which might have been cha