He leaned far over, expecting to catch a dim view of the new Holland underneath.
Then a cry of dismay burst from his lips.
The submarine craft was gone!
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE CAPTURE OF HANG CHANG.
"Gone!"
Such was the single word which escaped from Captain Oscar Pelham's lips as he gazed over the stern of the British warship into the darkness of the Pacific Ocean.
In vain he scanned the waves, to the rear, to the larboard and starboard. It was all to no purpose; the submarine craft had vanished utterly.
What had become of her? Had those on board become scared and deserted him?
The thought was agony. Andy and old George Dross deserting him? Never!