"A Chilian war ship," said Matt.
"Not the—the Jap boat?" gasped Glennie.
"Hardly. The Jap boat wasn't a war ship. This isn't the same steamer, but an armor-clad. Run up the hatchway, Dick, and hail her. We can turn our prisoners over to the captain and won't have to go ashore at Punta Arenas."
"A capital piece of work!" applauded Glennie.
But it was not to turn out such a capital piece of work as they all thought.
[CHAPTER IX.]
ABOARD THE "SALVADORE."
The Grampus was between Elizabeth Island and the island of Santa Madalena when the war ship was sighted. She was headed eastward, and by the time Dick got the hatch opened and looked out, the distance between the two boats had rapidly narrowed.
There was a good deal of excitement on the deck of the war ship. Officers were crowding the bridge and sailors were pressing against the rail, forward. Several of the officers had glasses to their eyes and were studying the submarine with ill-concealed curiosity.