"There is only one cloud which rests upon the nation," said the officer who brought the Holland XI. the news. "President Adams' daughter is still missing."
"She is not missing—she is found," answered Oscar, and introduced the officer to Martha Adams.
The news spread like wildfire, and when the new Holland reached the Potomac it found a regular flotilla of warships there, ready to do her honor.
Cannon boomed, whistles blew, rockets flared, bells rang, and flags and bunting were everywhere in evidence. The President and his wife came down to the wharf, in their carriage, and received the girl and Oscar, in person, and at the happy meeting the crowd fairly shouted itself hoarse. It was a fitting end to a most glorious campaign on land and sea.
"You have fairly earned your reward," said the President to Oscar. "The money is yours and you shall be commodore of the new submarine fleet which is building."
Two years went by and the great war of all nations became a thing of the past.
Yet the United States were bound to profit by past experience, and lost no time in completing all the warships which had been building.
Instead of three, the government built twelve new submarine boats of the Holland pattern.
This fleet was divided into two squadrons, and Andy Greggs became the commodore of one, and faithful old George Dross the commodore of the other.
And Captain Oscar, do you ask?