"By Jove, fellows!" said Glennie, "I'd like to do something to celebrate."
"Ain't you fellows getting hungry?" called Speake through the torpedo-room tube. "I'll jump in and scrape together a meal, if you say so. I reckon we can all get a square feed in Para, in the mornin'."
"Get us something, Speake," answered Matt. "That's the way we'll celebrate, Glennie," he added to the ensign.
"It's the biggest streak of luck I ever had in my life!" declared Glennie. "And you brought it to me, Matt!"
"Dot's vat I say," cried Carl. "Anypody vat dravels mit Modor Matt iss pound to haf some oof der luck vat comes py him. I know, pecause I have hat id meinseluf. Ain'd dot so, Tick?"
"Luck hands around her favors to everybody that ships with Matt, matey," agreed Dick. "It don't make any difference whether they're entitled to the favors or not, they get 'em."
This last remark may have been a bit of a slap at Glennie, but the ensign was too happy to notice it.
"What gave you the notion of looking into that hat, Matt?" inquired Glennie. "I'd have thrown it overboard to get it out of the way."
"Why, Glennie," answered Matt, "you and Carl both saw what I did, and spoke about it."
Carl and the ensign exchanged astonished glances.