'I think they're going to tow it out of the channel,' Ken said to Roy.
'That's what I believe they do.'
'But I thought the beastly things exploded when you touched 'em,' said
Roy.
'Some do. That's the sort with steel whiskers on them. The others are what
they call tilting mines. They blow up when their balance is upset.'
'And which is this?'
'I don't know any more than you, and I don't suppose the skipper does,
either. All these mines swim some way under the surface.'
'What's the betting on her going off?' said the irrepressible Roy.
'She won't,' said Ken confidently. 'These chaps know how to handle her.
She--'
He stopped short, and involuntarily flung up his hands before his eyes. A
cone of blinding white light had sprouted suddenly from the Asiatic shore,
and in its cold brilliance the outlines of the two trawlers, the people on
their decks, the cable towing between them, and a wide patch of rippling
water stood out as clearly as in the broadest daylight. It was a
searchlight from Kephez Point at the southern angle of Sari Siglar Bay.
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