"What are you going to do, matey?" asked Dick.
"You'll know in a few minutes." He turned to Clackett. "Go up to the periscope room, Clackett," he went on. "I may need you."
"But say, Matt——"
"You heard what I said!"
There was that in Motor Matt's voice and eyes that sent Clackett crawling forward along the passage.
Matt followed him. In the battery room they picked up Speake, and Matt sent him trailing after Clackett. In that order all three finally gained the periscope room.
"What the blazes is the matter with you fellows?" shouted Gaines.
He was doing the steering himself, and was standing by the periscope table.
"Keep your eyes on the periscope," said Matt. "Attend to your work, Gaines."
Matt whirled about to where the don was sitting on a stool. There was a sharp gleam in the Spaniard's eyes, although he was otherwise cool and perfectly collected.