"What do you think of that, Glennie, you and Carl?" queried Matt.
"It shows," replied the ensign, "how fortune changes when you least expect it. I was counting, first, on losing the Grampus; then, when the war ship showed up, I was thinking only that we should have to return to Punta Arenas. And now here we are, safe on the high seas, with not even the Japs to molest us!"
"Von enemy has peat off der odder!" said Carl.
"That's the way of it," said Matt. "If——"
Some one called from the periscope room. Glennie bent down to hear what was said.
"It's Dick," said Glennie, looking toward Matt with a smile. "The tank valves are fixed, and he wants to know if we are ready to dive."
"Tell him no," answered Matt, "and add that, if the valves had been in shape, when we first sighted the Jap steamer, we would have dived and would have missed the biggest chance that has come our way since we left Port of Spain—the chance to make a friend out of an enemy, and to set our new-made friend against our implacable foes, the Sons of the Rising Sun."
Glennie repeated this somewhat lengthy statement to Dick.
"Dick says he can't understand it," said Glennie, "and wants you to come down and make it clear."
"We might as well go down," said Matt.