"Neither will I!" added Andy.
"We'll all stay!" came in a shout. "Hurrah for Uncle Sam! We'll get the best of 'em yet!"
"Give them another shell," went on Oscar. "Even if it doesn't hit them it may make them keep their distance."
The shell was soon sent forth, but the enemy was out of range and the bomb did no further damage than to land in the body of a shark sporting in the offing.
Then the three foreign ships got together and concocted a scheme to bombard the new Holland from three different points at the same time.
Soon shot and shell were raining all around the submarine craft.
One shell struck so close it smashed out one of the side windows, sending a shower of glass and sand into the little cabin.
"This is hot!" cried Andy, and of a sudden came a yell from a man at the stern window, which was pointed out to sea.
"The water! The water!" yelled the lookout. "It is rising again."
His words were followed by another rumble, similar to that which they had before experienced, and looking toward the ocean all saw another tidal wave sweeping toward the shore.