“Oh, yes, a first mate named Gradbarr, and a second officer named Anderson.”
Channing Lockyer started forward as he heard the names.
“Those rascals! Where are they? How did you get them on board?”
“Why, they applied for berths when we sailed from New York” rejoined Mr. Pangloss, “and—”
“They are both in irons forward,” Lieutenant Parry finished for him.
“Thank goodness, they are captured,” breathed Mr. Lockyer; “while they were at large I should never have drawn an easy breath. I always feared they would, in some way, harm the submarine.”
“Then they would be attacking the property of the United States Government, Lockyer,” laughed Captain McGill; “for I am going to recommend that eighteen similar craft to that little hooker alongside be built at once.”
The inventor’s face lit up. But the first person he turned to was Miss Pangloss. She met his gaze delightedly. As for the young lady’s father, he looked fairly staggered.
“I think you told me, Lockyer, that those submarines could be built for $200,000 apiece?”