from the chart that we were on our way to Le Grand Mou- 

 ton reef, that shoal in the very center of the harbor en- 

 trance which had challenged oin: attention when we first 

 entered Cap Haitien harbor. Coming up behind it, we 

 anchored Sea Diver in deep water and pulled Reef Diver 

 alongside. This time the search boat carried Kay, Peter, 

 Captain Weems, Ed, Kemp, Charlie and myself — a full 

 crew, to say the least. 



Charlie, standing on the bow, guided us toward the 

 reef, now and then signaling Kemp to zig or zag as he 

 hunted the location of the "different-looking" anchor 

 through the clear water. At last he indicated that we had 

 reached the spot. 



Kay and Captain Weems, who were watching the bot- 

 tCMn from inside the cabin, exclaimed at the anchor, which 

 could be glimpsed below. It was impossible to see it clearly, 

 for the glass had become very scummy from the water of 

 the inner harbor, so Captain Weems volunteered to dive 

 on it to see if it were worth further investigation. He re- 

 ported other wreckage scattered about as he swam toward 

 the bow. It all looked very modern, he said. 



After diving several times on the anchor, which lay 

 just ahead of our bow, he finally reported that it was a 

 very odd shape, but that he did not think it was very old, 

 as it had only a thin covering of coral. He wished some- 

 one else would examine it. 



As Ed did not want to wet the bandage on his broken 

 toe unless necessary, I offered to take a look at the anchor 

 from the surface. I studied it a few moments. Like Captain 

 Weems, I was confused, for I could not make out the shape 

 clearly. Ed then decided to examine it himself. While I 

 waited for him to get into his Desco equipment, I swam 

 around, looking over the other v^rreckage scattered about. 

 It was evident that the ship had broken up not too many 

 years ago. We had apparently drawn another dud. 



Then, about a himdred feet from Reef Diver, I saw 



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