In the meantime the Holland XI. was repaired, making her once more as good as new.
Everybody wondered what had become of the balance of the foreign fleet which had set sail for San Francisco from Asiatic waters.
"They must be somewhere in these waters," said Andy.
"Perhaps they have pushed on to the United States," answered Captain Oscar.
The young commander of the submarine craft was right.
Thirty-two of the foreign warships had pushed on, and word to this effect was brought to Honolulu the next day by a steamship which had run away from them by sheer good luck.
"That ends our stay here," said Oscar.
And within the hour the new Holland left the Hawaiian Islands behind, the people of Honolulu cheering lustily as the craft left the harbor.
The air was all that could be desired and the run toward the Golden Gate was made for days without anything of special interest happening.
Sometimes they put out a small drag net in which they caught many fish, which, properly cooked, were no mean addition to their table.