"If the weather holds out, we'll be in sight of California in two days," observed Oscar, one evening.
"And I'll be glad of it," returned Andy. "I'll tell you what, there is nothing like the old States, after all!"
"Right you are, Andy!"
The night was a hot one, and to get air, the new Holland came to the surface and the trap-door of the deck was left wide open.
Oscar went to bed early and had been asleep less than an hour when a strange rocking motion of the submarine awoke him.
"Hullo, something is wrong!" he cried, and slipped into his clothing. The rocking motion continued and he heard cries from several of his crew.
"We have sailed into a school of whales!" announced Andy, coming to him.
"A school of whales!"
"Exactly. They are around us as thick as bees around a pot of honey. Just look!"
Oscar ran to one of the windows and gazed out.