circled. They were taking pictures, maneuvering to get 

 shots of each other in company with the fish. Barney was 

 nearly to the marker when Jane called to him to come 

 back. 



"Barney, you don't have to get that far from the boat," 

 she shouted, with just a hint of panic in her voice. "They'll 

 follow you if you come this way." 



And they did. But the savage-looking fish kept a re- 

 spectful distance as the two swimmers retreated slowly 

 toward the boat taking pictures all the time. They climbed 

 back on board while scores of curious barracuda clustered 

 only a few feet from the ladder. 



With only one day left before we must return to 

 Florida, we decided to abandon our nearly hopeless search 

 on Lily bank and return to the reef north of Memory rock. 

 Perhaps tomorrow we might come across the four cannon 

 which had been seen by a fisherman at West End, and we 

 figured it was just possible that these guns might mark the 

 location of the copper wreck. We got Sea Diver under way 

 and set our course southward. Just before sunset we an- 

 chored once more behind the reef where Phips had in- 

 dicated the copper wreck was to be found. 



Our last morning on the banks dawned hot, with httle 

 wind. Jane and Barney wanted to spend the day skin div- 

 ing, so they took the small skiff, planning to tow it along 

 behind them as they took turns swimming and diving along 

 the outer edge of the reef. Ed, Clayton, and I started out 

 with the glass-bottomed boat. 



We searched the entire morning without coming 

 across a single encouraging indication. Reaching the south 

 end of the reef, we turned back toward Sea Diver. We 

 could see Jane and Barney in the water some distance 

 away, near where they had anchored the small boat. Sud- 

 denly they began to wave at us. They were shouting, too, 

 but we could not make out their words over the noise of 



118 Sea Diver 



