Captain Oscar Pelham's interview with Commodore Garrison was brief and to the point.
"The new Holland has done more than well," said the commodore. "I don't believe that Japanese army will ever reach Havana. We have already three thousand soldiers there."
"Then I presume our duty lies elsewhere."
"It does. I have just received a message by wireless telegraphy asking if I can spare your boat to go to the coast of Canada. The Secretary of the Navy was delighted to hear of the blowing up of the Tien-Tsin, and he wishes you to help the warships which will meet the British, French and German squadron off the coast of Canada. These warships are acting as an escort to some army transports carrying about a hundred thousand soldiers, who wish to land in Canada." And the commodore gave the details so far as he knew them.
"I will go to meet the American squadron in Canadian waters without delay," answered Oscar, and bowed himself out of Commodore Garrison's presence.
Once again the submarine craft was put at her best speed and she went spinning through the ocean like a thing of life.
Several days passed and they were making rapid progress northward, when one night the new Holland came to a sudden halt.
Her screws continued to revolve for a time, but soon they were clogged up and the power had to be stopped.
"Now what is up?" cried Captain Oscar, as he leaped from the couch where he had been sleeping.
His lieutenant could not tell, nor could the engineer.