"Oh, strike me lucky! The Salvadore is turning broadside on, and some of her crew are manning the small guns—the rapid-fire guns. They're going to blow us out of water, Matt!"
"Hardly that, Dick," said Matt easily. "Sandoval isn't going to destroy this submarine. Pons wouldn't let him, even if he had such a notion. If anything happened to the boat, Pons wouldn't be able to deliver her to the Chilian government."
"They're mighty warlike, anyway," went on Dick. "And there's Glennie, on the Grampus, trying his best to attract the attention of Sandoval."
"Sandoval and Pons think the Pom is full of Japs," laughed Matt. "We'd better go up and clear the fog out of their brains. It will be a pleasure to meet Captain Sandoval again. He's a good friend of ours, you know."
"Meppy dot vas a lucky t'ing," vouchsafed Carl, "seeing as how Pons iss madt pecause ve vouldn't go afder der Pom mit der Grampus."
"That's just what we did, though, although we didn't intend making any such move. We shall now have the pleasure of turning the Pom over to Captain Pons."
Making their way through the bulkhead door, Matt, Dick, and Carl gained the hatch, threw it open, and crawled out on the submarine's deck.
[CHAPTER XV.]
A STAR PERFORMANCE.