"Exactly," returned Matt. "It was the torpedo Dick, Carl, and I saw, and which I thought might be a floating log or a piece of wreckage."
This astounding intelligence almost carried Matt's chums off their feet.
"What enemies have we in these waters?" cried the startled Glennie.
"Why," answered Matt, "who but the Sons of the Rising Sun?"
[CHAPTER IV.]
WEIGHING THE EVIDENCE.
"Let's go below, mates," suggested Dick, "and overhaul all this. There's meat in it for us, and it will stand us in hand to get at it."
"I'll not go below this night, Dick," said Matt, "and we'd better all of us stay on deck and keep our eyes peeled for Japs. Carl can go and bring me up some dry clothes, an extra pair of shoes and stockings, and an extra coat."
"Dot's me, bard," chirruped Carl, making for the conning tower.