"It was a clever scheme, all right," declared Glennie, "and it would have worked if the motor hadn't balked on us and compelled us to lose a day."
"We've given the Sons of the Rising Sun something to think about," said Dick. "Keelhaul me if I don't think they'll just about throw up their hands and quit after this."
"If Sandoval gets them," returned Glennie, "he'll keep them in Punta Arenas until we reach Mare Island."
"And if he don't get them," queried Matt, "what then?"
"There's no doubt about his getting them, old ship!" exclaimed Dick. "The war ship is a faster boat than the steamer."
"But Sandoval hasn't the cunning nor the brains that the leader of those Japs has!"
"That may be, but it doesn't take much cunning or brains for a straight-away race. The fastest boat will win, and I'm banking on the Salvadore. You don't mean to say, matey, that you're expecting to meet the Young Samurai somewhere up the coast?"
"I'm not expecting it, Dick," answered Matt, "but I'm not going to let anything surprise me. The things you least expect are the things those Japs are certain to do."
"I hope like anyt'ing dot der resdt oof dis gruise don'd vas going to be some Suntay-school bicnics," piped Carl grewsomely. "I vould like to haf a leedle chincher shdill lefdt in der expetition."
"I guess we'll have ginger enough left, Carl," said Glennie, "even if we don't have anything more to do with the Sons of the Rising Sun."