“Hurrah!” cried Wade, jubilantly, “didn’t we give them a good slip! Serves the rascals right!”
“Aye,” replied Frank; “he was more than a rogue, that fellow!”
“We may see him again.”
“If we do, we will not place ourselves in the lion’s mouth again.”
“You are right.”
It was true that their destination was the same—that is, the Yucatan Channel, but forewarned is forearmed, and the voyagers were not to be deceived in the character of Hardy Poole now.
“Begorra, it’s bad luck to the omadhouns,” cried Barney. “Av we only had a dynamite gun wid us now, we’d be able to settle their account foriver!”
CHAPTER VI.
THE SUNKEN ISTHMUS.
The submarine boat ran on until the lights of the schooner were lost below the horizon. When daylight came there was naught but a clear sea between them.
“We are in the waters of the Gulf of Mexico,” said Frank, with some satisfaction. “Cuba is on our lee.”