“Then we’ll do whatever we can. There’ll be five of us on the submarine, and I don’t see why we couldn’t accomplish something.”
But Dick shook his head. “You don’t know,” said he, “that Coleman’s information is correct. It’s hardly likely that Pitou would tell the secret to one of his prisoners.”
“Coleman may have found it out in some other way than from General Pitou.”
“Well, the launch may already have dropped down the river.”
“Hardly, I think, when most of the rebels are out looking for us. There’s a chance, Dick.”
“One chance in ten, I should say.”
“That’s better than no chance at all, which seems to be what we have here.”
“We’ve worse than no chance at all, out in this scrub with the rebel army looking for us. If we’re caught, we’ll be done browner than a kippered herring. Although I haven’t much hope, I’m for making a quick slant in the direction of the Grampus.”
“Then you’re going to the submarine?” asked Ysabel joyfully.