Canelli could not speak English, so to converse with him was out of the question.
"Oscar, this looks as if we were in a pickle," came from the lieutenant, with something of a groan.
"That's true, Andy. How are your bonds."
"As tight as a drum. And yours?"
"Ready to cut the wrists and ankles off me."
"They know how to tie knots, don't they?"
"They do."
"I wonder how they intend to run the Holland? I don't see how they can manage our intricate machinery," went on Andy, musingly.
"They can't run her unless they have an expert machinist aboard, and even then he'll have to know something of submarine boats. If any ordinary fellow tackles George Dross' job, he'll run us to the bottom or blow us up."
Canelli now came forward and clapped his hand on each of their mouths, at the same time showing them his knife, upon the blade of which was a quantity of dried blood.