"They are now bringing the submarine to England, and we hope to be able to give more details tomorrow."
"There, what do you think of that?" ejaculated Ralph.
Alfred smiled, but a shadow came over his face, as he looked at Ralph. The latter, seeing the change, jumped up, and cried: "Are you sick?"
"No," replied Alfred wearily; "but I have been thinking of father and mother; I had a dream that I saw them standing on a dock; I wonder where they are?"
"I have some interesting news for you," said the captain, as he entered the cabin, holding a French paper in his hand.
"What is it?" asked the boys in unison.
"Boats three, four and five of our ship have reached port all right," said the captain.
"Have you heard about No. 1?" asked Alfred, as he leaned forward, and anxiously awaited the reply.
"No; but it is likely that the other boats may have been picked up by a west bound vessel, and it is not time yet to hear from the other side," replied the captain.
"But do you think they are safe?" asked Ralph.