"Get the code book and the signal flags and the binoculars," cried Matt. "She's got signals going up at her gaff and wants to talk to us."
Speake went below for the required articles and, after fifteen minutes of study and work, Matt and his friends learned, to their surprise, that the Seminole had put in at Belize the day before and had been sent by the American consul to find the submarine. There was so much to be said that signal flags could not convey that the cruiser hove to and had the Grampus come around under her lee.
In this manner the submarine was able to come quite close—so close that Matt and Dick could see their tow-haired chum on the cruiser's bridge. Carl picked up a megaphone and hurled the following at his friends:
"Ah, dere, bards! How you vas? You t'ink id vas some shmardness to run avay from me, eh? Vell, I haf peen having some hot dimes so vell as you. Dere is anodder seat oof drouple pesides Bort Lifingston und der——"
Just there the captain grabbed the trumpet out of Carl's hands to do a little talking that amounted to something.
"We've started for the Izaral River to look for you," called the captain.
"How did you know where we had gone?" asked Matt.
"Don Ramon Ortega furnished the clue to the American consul at Belize."
"Where did Don Ramon get the clue?"
"Your Dutch pard helped—but he'll tell you about that later. What's the matter with your periscope?"