"I'm over my head," said Glennie. "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm on my mettle to-night," pursued Dick.
"From your excited condition I should judge that that might be the case."
"Do you want to see the Grampus held up for a week in this blooming place at the south end of Nowhere?"
"Of course not!"
"Well, that's what will happen, sure as fate, if those fellows take Matt to a lockup. Neither the American consul, nor the British vice-consul, will be back for a week, or——"
"But there's the German consul we're going to call upon."
"Ten to one he'll play safe, and make us wait until the American consul gets back. Now we know Matt hasn't done a thing that calls for this sort of treatment. It's an outrage. But that's not the worst. The delay to the Grampus may throw us into the hands of those Sons of the Rising Sun, and that might prove the destruction of the submarine. Everything hangs on us, right here and now. Matt has given his defiance to the captain of the war ship. Let's match him, and go him one better by giving defiance to all the powers of Chili, naval and military."
"How?"