The Pom was lying between the Grampus and the Salvadore. When Matt, Dick, and Carl showed themselves there were loud cheers from Glennie and Speake. Pons, on the bridge of the war ship, could be seen jumping up and down like a pea on a hot griddle, waving his hands and yelling. The war ship was too far away for the boys to hear what Pons said.
"I'd about given you fellows up!" exclaimed Glennie. "When that confounded tow line parted, my hopes parted with it. We saw you sink and throw the Japs into the water, and we were sure you'd gone down to stay."
"The Japs got ashore, did they?" asked Matt.
"Every last one of them."
"Well, Glennie, come along here and take us off. I want to go to the war ship and make a report to Captain Sandoval."
Glennie brought the Grampus close to the French boat, and the three boys transferred themselves to their own craft.
"I vouldn't trade vone oof der Grampuses for a tozen of der Poms," asserted Carl, as they were borne away in the direction of the Salvadore.
"I don't know how seven Japs ever stowed themselves away inside the Pom," muttered Dick. "They must have been packed in there like sardines."
"They managed to do a pretty fair amount of work, too," said Matt. "Not the least of it was lassoing me and pulling me into the water."
As the Grampus approached the war ship, Captain Sandoval leaned from the bridge with his megaphone.