"We can't forged dot," said Carl, "aber id vas pedder dot ve try, Tick."
"I guess he'd like to make us black his boots, if he could."
"Nod so pad as dot. He's a prave feller—you saidt dot yourseluf ven he vas heluping you und Matt safe dose fellers on der poat."
"Of course he's got nerve, but he spoils it all with that way of his. Why didn't he put in his oar, while that cock of the walk up there was ordering Matt around?"
"He knowed pedder as to inderfere mit Matt's pitzness, same as you und me. Modor Matt knows vat he's got to do, und chenerally, you bed you, he does id. Nicht wahr?"
Dick remained silent. He was not acting at all like himself, but was angry because something had not been said or done to keep Matt off the Salvadore.
Half an hour passed, with the war ship and the submarine lying alongside of each other. At the end of that time another officer, who could not talk English quite so fluently as the captain, thrust his head over the rail.
"We go to Punta Arenas," he called down. "You come 'long in your leetle boat."
"Where's our skipper?" roared Dick.
"He iss arrest'," was the calm answer. "You know more w'en you get to Punta Arenas!"