Dick said a good many wild and unreasonable things, then, but no one on the war ship paid any attention to him. Carl said quite a few things, too, but, strange as it may seem, he had himself under better control than Dick.
The war ship got under headway again, put about and started westward along the strait. There was nothing for the Grampus to do but to follow.
[CHAPTER X.]
THE TIGHTENING COIL.
Matt, supposing that the actions of the two marines was a mere formality, made no comment. The captain sat in a chair before a desk, smoking a cigar and scowling at him. He did not ask Matt to sit down.
"Who owns that submarine?" the captain jerked out.
"Captain Nemo, Jr., of Philadelphia," Matt answered, a little resentful because of the captain's curt manner.
He and his chums had captured the convicts and had thus performed a good deed for the Chilian government. It seemed to Matt as though he was entitled to a little more courtesy.