"Take the wheel below, Glennie," called the young motorist. "We'll travel a short distance submerged and see if we can't leave those troublesome little fellows behind."
Glennie went to his work and Matt descended. Ten minutes later the Grampus again sought the surface, and a look from the conning tower showed that the savages had been left out of sight around a point of land.
"Here is our course, Glennie," said Matt, laying a chart on the periscope table, and running his finger along the route they were to take; "through the first and second narrows, and so on to Cape Negro. I've got to leave you to do the steering for a time while I open the door and release Clackett and Speake. One of those two Chilians got away with the key, and, for all the good it can do us, it might as well be in the bottom of the ocean."
"I can take care of the Grampus, all right," answered Glennie.
"How's your head?"
"It feels as big as a barrel, but otherwise it's comfortable."
Matt went below. Dick was at the motor and Carl was in the tank room with Gaines. The latter had been released and was keeping a watchful eye on the two Chilian prisoners.
"What's been going on overhead, matey?" called Dick.
"The other two Chilians got away," replied Matt, "and we were attacked by a lot of Fuegans in canoes. But their attack didn't amount to much."