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put glass on the pen for shooting this action when the air ceased coming 
down the hoses. Tom went up to have a look at the engine while I remained 
below on the emergency tank. Soon my hose jerked and I knew something was 
wrong that couldn’t bo righted. It was. The engine had no compression. 
Carbon under one of the valves, probably — an overhaul job. Oh moi 
Spent the evening pulling the engine apart, cleaning it and putting 
it back together again. A bit of carbon holding a valve open. 
July 20. 
Arrived at the reef with repaired compressor working okay. Our hurried 
departure yesterday had made it necessary to leave the shooting pen with 
the glass on. Wave action had loosened the clamp screws and one of the 
glasses was on the ground when we arrived; not broken because it had landed 
on a sponge. But Remo was nowhere to be seen. Doubtless he has gone looking 
for a new buddy and we will know him no more. 
The angler was on hand, though, and I ran some footage of him stomping 
around and from time to tine trying to angle a fish. The sweils ware high 
and he had a good deal of trouble holding his footing. And he didn’t 
catch any fish although we put in an urchin as an assist in bringing in 
something for him to work on. 
No action with the cleaner in the morning. Checked the Yucatanicus* 
Still no cleaning. Found another of the same species on an annulata. It 
did no cleaning either while I was looking. Glewssed up the cleaner shrimp 
