and anchor Sea Diver in the quiet water within, or drop 

 our hook in the more open water outside. 



"Let's go on in," Ed said. "Kemp, keep a sharp look- 

 out for heads. I think there's plenty of room." 



Kemp guided us carefully between the reefs, which 

 rose on both sides, close to the surface. Once inside, after 

 carefully reconnoitering our position, we dropped anchor 

 in almost the exact center of the haven. It was just noon. 



Glenn, in the meantime, had been up the mast with 

 Korganoff's sketch, checking our position. He came back 

 with the incredible news that we had stumbled upon the 

 very spot which was our goal. From the air photograph, 

 Phips's ancient chart and Korganoff's drawing, the men 

 judged the boat's approximate position in relation to the 

 reefs and discussed which was the most logical area to 

 search. 



We had a quick lunch and then launched Wee Diver. 

 We were all anticipating our first glimpse of the bottom on 

 these famous banks. I'm sure I thought that it would be 

 only a matter of moments before the searchers would sig- 

 nal back to Sea Diver that they had discovered wreckage 

 on the bottom. 



It was decided that Barney and Jane should start out 

 first, with Kemp at the outboard. After they had given the 

 reefs a quick once-over, Kemp was to return for Ed and 

 me. I watched them depart in mounting excitement. They 

 headed for the reefs to the west of the dry rock, where 

 Korganoff had indicated the wreck might lie, and Wee 

 Diver started patiently circling them, Kemp running the 

 motor, Jane and Barney lying prone in the bottom of the 

 boat as they gazed through the glass bottom. I stood on 

 the pulpit watching their every move. 



Soon I saw Barney go overboard, then Jane. While 

 Kemp continued to police the reefs, watching from the 

 surface as he went, Barney and Jane started off in differ- 



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