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The bottom of Table Lake began to rise the closer to the marsh they rowed。 Then； abruptly； the silt and weed began dropping away； and the water darkened。 They halted to lower the camera and then resumed the stroke。
They had moved only a few yards when a curved object edged onto the screen。 The form was not sharply defined； nor did it have a natural contour。
〃Stop rowing！〃 Pitt ordered tersely。
Steiger slumped on his seat； grateful for the break； but Giordino looked piercingly across the narrow distance separating the two boats。 He'd heard that tone of voice from Pitt before。
Down in the cold depths the camera slowly drifted closer to the object materializing on the monitor。 Pitt sat as though turned to oak as a large white star on a dark…blue background crept into his view。 He waited for the camera to continue its probe； the inside of his mouth as dry as Kansas dust。
Giordino had rowed over and was holding the two boats together。 Steiger became aware of the tension； raised his head； and looked inquir…ingly at Pitt。
〃You got something？〃
〃An aircraft with military markings；〃 Pitt said； controlling the excite…ment he felt。
Steiger crawled astern and peered unbelievingly into the monitor。 The camera had floated over the wing and was now falling back along the fuselage。 A square port came into view as above it the words MILITARY AIR transport SERVICE marched by。
〃Sweet Jesus！〃 Giordino gasped。 〃A MATS transport。〃
〃Can you tell what model？〃 Steiger asked feverishly。
Pitt shook his head。 〃Not yet。 The camera angle missed the more easily identifiable engines and nose section。 It came across the left wing tip and； as you can see； is now moving toward the tail。〃
〃The serial number should be painted on the vertical stabilizer；〃 Steiger said softly； as though in prayer。
They sat absorbed as the unearthly scene unfolded below。 The plane had settled deeply in the mud。 The fuselage had cracked open aft of the wings； the tail section twisted on a slight angle。
Giordino gently dipped his oars and towed the camera on a new course； correcting its vie wing field。 The resolution was so clear that they could almost make out the flush rivets in the aluminum skin。 It was all so strange and incongruous。 It was difficult for them to accept the image the television equipment relayed to their eyes。
Then they held their breaths as the stenciled serial number on the vertical stabilizer began entering from stage right。 Pitt zoomed in the camera lens ever so slightly so there would be no mistaking the aircraft's identification。 First a 7； then a 5； and a 4； followed by 03。 For a moment Steiger stared at Pitt； the shattering effect of what he now knew to be true but was unable to accept turned his eyes as glazed as those of a somnam…bulist。
〃My God； it's 03。 But that's impossible。〃
〃What you see is what you get；〃 said Pitt。
Giordino reached over and shook Pitt's hand。 〃Never a doubt； part…ner。〃
〃Your confidence in me is duly noted；〃 Pitt said。
〃Where do we go from here？〃
〃Drop a marker buoy over the side and we'll call it a day。 Tomorrow morning we'll go down and see what we can find inside the wreck。〃
Steiger sat there； shaking his head and repeating； 〃It's not supposed to be here 。 。 。 it's not supposed to be here。〃
Pitt smiled。 〃Apparently the good colonel refuses to trust his own eyes。〃
〃It's not that；〃 Giordino said。 〃Steiger has this psychological prob…lem。〃
〃Problem？〃
〃Yeah； he doesn't believe in Santa Claus。〃
In spite of the chilling morning air； Pitt was sweating inside the wet suit。 He checked his breathing regulator； gave the thumbs…up sign to Giordino； and dropped over the side of the boat。
The icy water； surging between his skin and the interior lining of his three…sixteenths…inch…thick neoprene suit； felt like an electric shock。 He hung suspended just below the surface for several moments； suffering the stabbing agony； waiting for his body heat to warm the entrapped water layer。 When the temperature became bearable； he cleared his ears and kicked his fins； descending into an eerie world where wind and air were unknown。 The line from the marker buoy angled off into the beckoning depths and he swam along beside it。
The bottom seemed to rise up and meet him。 His right fin trailed through the mud before he leveled off； creating a gray cloud that mush…roomed like smoke from an oil…tank explosion。
Pitt checked the depth gauge on his wrist。 It read one hundred forty feet。 That meant approximately ten minutes' bottom time without wor…rying about depression。
His primary enemy was the water temperature。 The icy pressure would drastically affect his concentration and performance。 His body heat would soon be drained by the cold； pushing his endurance beyond its borders and into the realm of excessive fatigue。
Visibility was no more than eight feet； but that factor did not hinder him。 The marker buoy had missed the sunken plane by mere inches and he had but to extend a hand and touch the metal surface。 Pitt had wondered what sensations would course through him。 He was certain fear and apprehension would raise their tentacles。 But they did not appear。 Instead； he felt a strange sense of acplishment。 It was as though he'd e to the end of a long and exhausting journey。
He swam over the engines； the blades of their propellers gracefully bent backward； like the curled petals of an iris； the finned cylinder heads never to feel the heat of bustion again。 He swam past the windows of the cockpit。 The glass was still intact but coated with slime； cutting off any view of the interior。
Pitt noted that he had used up nearly two minutes of his bottom time。 He quickly kicked around to the shattered opening of the main fuselage； squeezed through； and switched on his dive light。
The first things his eyes distinguished in the somber gloom were large silver canisters。 Their tie…down straps had broken in the crash and they lay jumbled about the cargo…cabin floor。 Carefully he snaked in and around them and glided through the open door to the control cabin。
There were four skeletons sitting in their assigned seats； held in their grotesque positions by nylon seat belts。 The navigator's bony fingers were still clenched； the one at the engineer's panel leaned backward； its skull cocked to one side。
Pitt moved forward； more than a touch of fear and revulsion in his chest。 The bubbles from his air regulator cascaded upward and mingled in one corner of the cockpit's ceiling。 What made the scene all the more unearthly was the fact that although the flesh of the bodies was gone； the clothes remained。 The icy…cold water had held back the rotting process over the decades； and the crew sat as properly uniformed as at the instant they had all died。
The copilot sat stiffly upright； his jaws open in what Pitt imagined to be a ghostly scream。 The pilot drooped forward； his head almost touching the instrument panel。 A small metal plate protruded from his breast pocket； and Pitt gently retrieved it； pushing the small rectangle up one of the sleeves of his wet suit。 A vinyl folder hung from a pocket next to the pilot's seat； and Pitt took that also。
A glance at his watch told him his time was up。 He didn't need an engraved invitation to head for the surface and the friendly rays of the sun。 The cold was beginning to seep into his blood and mist his mind。 He could have sworn the skeletons had all turned and were staring at him through the empty sockets of their skulls。
He hurriedly backed out of the cockpit and turned around when space permitted in the cargo cabin。 It was then he spied a skeletal foot behind one of the canisters。 The body that belonged to the foot was secured by straps to several of the cargo tie…down rings。 Unlike the remains of the crew forward； this one still had remnants of flesh adhering to its bones。
Pitt fought the bile rising in his throat and studied more closely what was once a living； breathing man。 The uniform was not Air Force blue but rather a khaki similar to the old Army issue。 He went through the pockets； but they were bare。
An alarm began to go off in his head。 His arms and legs were losing all feeling and turning stiff from the relentless cold
