Captain Ichi shook his head.
"I am sorry," said he, "but those who put off to the submarine must have straight eyes! This Motor Matt is one of the sharpest Americans I ever had anything to do with. Slant eyes, lieutenant, would prove that we are not Chilians. Only those who have such eyes can go in the boat."
"She is below the cape?"
"So Punta Arenas reports."
The captain turned and made his way to the bridge. There were two lookouts at the masthead, each watching the surface of the ocean with powerful binoculars.
Captain Ichi gave the quartermaster his course and signaled the engine room for the best speed.
The steamer, flaunting her false colors, bore swiftly away to the southward and toward Cape Horn, bent upon an act of treachery which, to the misguided minds of officers and crew, seemed an act of the highest patriotism.
[CHAPTER II.]
CLIPPING THE DRAGON'S CLAWS.