"Ve ditn't got no fighdt oudt oof dot," remarked Carl, with a disappointed air, "so ve mighdt as vell go pelow und shday dere. It looks like dere vouldn't be any fighding any more for anypody."
[CHAPTER XVI.]
NORTHWARD BOUND!
It was a jovial crowd that the submarine carried into Smyth Channel, practically free of the strait and ready to reach out along the coast up the western edge of two continents.
Speake was serving dinner, and all were in the periscope room with the exception of Gaines and Clackett, who had to be on duty below. But Gaines and Clackett were listening at their speaking tubes and hearing all that was taking place in the chamber overhead.
"These experiences of ours, during the last few days," said Glennie, "prove that luck wears as many disguises as those Japs."
"Dot vas some deep talk," said Carl; "so deep, py shinks, dot I can't onderstand id."
"You're getting terribly thick-headed all at once, Carl," said Dick.
"Oh, I don'd know," said Carl easily. "Who vas id got loose mit himseluf in der beriscope room und got pack der Grampus from der gonficts? Leedle Carl, I bed you. A feller vat vas t'ick-headed couldn't do dot. Hey, Matt?"