"You don't know anything about Glennie or Clackett?"
"Not a thing."
Just then Glennie entered the torpedo room. The big Chilian walked behind him with a revolver pressed to the back of the ensign's neck. Glennie's hands were bound.
"Here's a go, Matt!" muttered the ensign angrily.
"How did it happen?" asked Matt.
"I ought to have kept awake, I suppose, but I was so deuced tired I dropped off and slept like a log. The big Chilian got my revolver while I slept, and then the four of them laid hold of me, kept me from giving an alarm, and got ropes on my wrists and ankles. After that they gagged me. Then one of them went out into the periscope room. Dick was on guard there, and the Chilian asked for a drink—making motions to let Dick know what he pretended to want. Dick couldn't tell him how to get the water, so he started to get it himself. He had hardly turned his back before the Chilian downed him with a cowardly blow from behind. He was tied and dragged into the steel room by two of the Chilians, the other two staying behind to deal with Speake, who came up to see what was going on. Speake was taken by surprise and captured, and then Clackett. Speake and Clackett were hauled neck and heels into the steel room. I wonder if you can imagine how I felt, lying there on the cot, bound and gagged, and able to look through the door and see what was going on?"
"I can imagine it, Glennie," said Matt. "We're in a fix, all right, but we're not going to let that discourage us. They've brought you down here to talk, I suppose, and to let us know what their plans are."
The leader of the Chilians had allowed Glennie to speak with Matt, inferring, no doubt, that he would explain how securely the Grampus had passed into the hands of him and his companions. Now, as Glennie faced him, the man began to speak.
"He says," translated Glennie, "that he and his friends do not intend to go to Sandy Point. They are determined that we shall take them to the River Plate."