"Are you sure it was '32? I thought it was '33?" Fergus shrugged, but also thought he was very right, and drained about half of his beer in one go before some of it sloshed out as he was to his feet again - "There he goes," he said, which was a useless sort of statement, since obviously his mate could see both seekers diving again. This time, though, Fergus thought he saw gold.