Mike Dixon

them down there. The kid had got carried away. Only a
little while ago he was obsessed by a bunch of guys who
were trailing them. Now he was crapping on about Aborigi-
nals and dingoes. For some reason that was connected to
the gold.
„It‟s all coming together.‟
„What is, mate?‟
„We‟ll soon find the gold.‟
„What makes you think that?‟
„We‟ve got to where Tong Yee described in his journal.
You turned off the GPS and brought us here. It‟s only a
matter of time now.‟
„It might take longer than you think.‟
„You said Tong Yee was brilliant.‟
„Yeah,‟ Tim tried to explain. „He told us where to find the
channel. He didn‟t say anything about the cave.‟
„He said it was beside a big anchor.‟
„Mate! That was 100 years ago. It‟ll be covered over by
now.‟
„That‟s what people said about Cook‟s cannons but those
scientists found them first time,‟ David insisted. „They were
covered in coral but that didn‟t matter. The magnetometer
picked them up on the first pass.‟
Their magnetometer was attached to a sled of the type
used to tow divers underwater. David took it down and Tim
remained in the boat. They started on the reef flat. The
water was shallow there: no more than six feet. The big
problem was to avoid crashing into things. Tim made a
wide sweep out towards the lagoon then returned towards
the drop-off. At first, David was disappointed. He‟d ex-
pected to see delicate corals teaming with brilliantly colored
fish, like in the dive videos. But the corals on the reef
flat were lumpy and the fish were far from impressive.
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