"Here's another scare for you, matey," called Dick. "The Sons of the Rising Sun have a submarine of their own, and are after us. They were here, off Lota, and just went north with that torpedo in tow."
"Jupiter!" exclaimed Glennie. "How did you fellows know that?"
"You act as though it wasn't any news to you."
"It isn't, but we thought you fellows were not informed and would fall a victim to the Pom."
"Pom?" echoed Dick.
"That's the name of the other submarine," went on Matt. "She's a French craft and was brought here by this man, Captain Pons, to be turned over to the Chilian government. Five Japs worked a trick and succeeded in getting hold of her."
"Why, how——"
"We'll tell you all about it later, Dick. Where were you when that torpedo went off?"
"Just diving to the bottom to go hunting for the other torpedo. That Whitehead they fired never touched us."
"It must have touched something," put in Speake, "or the firing pin wouldn't have got in its work."