"I don't like this tinkering, I'm a Fiji if I do," muttered Dick, as he crawled up into the tower.
"We've got rid of the Japs by the tinkering, Dick," said Matt. "They're swimming ashore by now."
"What I'm afraid of is," went on Dick, "you'll get us on the bottom and not be able to take us to the surface again."
"Don't let that worry you. If we want to go to the surface, all we have to do is to twist the diving rudders and empty the tanks."
"What's the course, matey?" asked Dick.
"West by north until we clear the point, then north."
"How am I to know when we clear the point?"
"Why, we'll go to the surface and take a look. Glennie will probably be glad to have a sight of us before long."
"I'll bet he's worrying his head off! The quicker we can go up, Matt, the better."
"All right. Carl!"