"I guess that's the end of it, Matt," said Glennie.
"Our spark won't carry to the land station?" queried Matt.
"If theirs won't come here distinctly, ours won't be able to reach them."
"Then we'll get into communication with the boat. Ask if she's the Chilian war ship Salvadore."
The Spanish words ran crackling up the wires to the top of the tree and jumped off into space.
"The answer is 'Yes,' Matt," said Glennie.
"Now give them this," said Matt: "'The United States submarine, in charge of one Matt King, is going around the Horn. Watch for her, pay her a visit, if you can, and have the craft carefully looked over. The submarine Grampus is a marvel of her kind, and a long way ahead of any other under-water boat yet launched.'"
Glennie stared in blank amazement.
"Vy, Matt, dot's a gifavay!" gasped Carl. "Prigham saidt dot ve vasn't to dell anypody vere ve're going."
"That's my notion, Matt," said Glennie.