The waters of the strait were as smooth as a pond, and it was possible for the Grampus to come close alongside the larger vessel.
"Ahoy!" roared Dick.
An answer was returned in Spanish.
"Can't savvy your lingo," roared Dick, making a trumpet of his hands. "Haven't you got any one aboard who can talk English?"
"What ship is that?" cried an officer, so heavily embroidered with gold lace, brass buttons, and epaulettes that Dick was sure he must be the captain.
"It's the submarine Grampus," answered Dick.
"English?"
"No, American, although I'm English, fast enough."
"Where's your flag?"
The war ship had slowed her engines and was lying to.