"Five convicts escaped from Punta Arenas last night in a sloop-rigged boat. Watch for them."
The captain studied the words; then, taking his pencil, he wrote underneath:
"Very well. Anything else?"
Kaneko sent the message. Five minutes, ten minutes, passed; then came the question:
"Is that the Chilian gunboat Salvadore?"
"Yes," lied the blue, telltale sparks.
"The United States submarine, in charge of one Matt King, is going around the Horn. Watch for her; pay her a visit if you can, and have the craft carefully looked over. The submarine Grampus is a marvel of her kind, and a long way ahead of any other under-water boat yet launched."
A shout of exultation escaped the captain.
"Where is the submarine now?" he penciled, with shaking fingers.
"Three days out from the River Plate," was the answer, "and must be well below Cape Virgins by now."