"That is too much of a coincidence to be true," answered Matt.
"You have disputed my word too much, already," snapped the captain, "and I will bear no more."
Again he gave the order to move, and again Matt hung back.
"If necessary," cried the captain, "I will have the marines carry you. Forward, I say."
"Let me have a word with my friends on the submarine," continued Matt.
"I shall allow you to talk with no one but me—and the harbor master. In a week you may see your consul."
"I tell you I can't stay here in Punta Arenas for a week. The submarine must leave Sandy Point in the morning."
"If so," was the sarcastic rejoinder, "then she leaves without you."
Motor Matt had borne patiently with Captain Sandoval, but now his patience seemed to have given out.
"Captain Sandoval," he cried, "I defy you to go ahead and do your worst; and, at the same time, I warn you that the more trouble you make me the more you are making for yourself. I can't understand what you are trying to do, for your excuse for arresting me and taking me away from the submarine is as unreasonable as it is foolish. If——"