"Hardly. I might if you'll hold my legs, so I don't go overboard."
"Hadn't we better tell Captain Barforth of this first? The wire may belong there."
"I don't know what for. But we can tell the Captain. Here he comes now."
"Good morning, boys," said the master of the steam yacht pleasantly. "What can you see over there?"
"Something we think unusual," said Sam. "Please take a look and tell us what it is."
Captain Barforth did as requested.
"That wire has no business there," he declared. "I don't know how it came there."
"I can tell you how it got there, and I guess you'll find something like it on the other side," answered Sam, and told what he had seen Wingate do during the night.
"Humph, I'll investigate this," muttered the captain, and went off for a boathook. When he returned he caught the hook into the loop of the wire and tried to bring the end of the strand to the deck. He was unable to do it alone and had to get the boys to aid him. Then all three ran the wire around a brace and gradually hauled it aboard. At the end was an iron chain, fastened into several loops, and also the anchor to one of the rowboats.
