"We will watch for her."
"Try to pick her up before she gets far into the Pacific."
"We will try."
As the spark and sputter ceased, Kaneko jerked off his helmet. Captain Ichi had leaped to his feet, and now reached out to grip the operator's hand.
"For the present, Kaneko," he cried, "this is the Chilian war ship Salvadore, and we of the Young Samurai are in the Chilian naval service."
"That is good, captain!"
"The Grampus will be expecting a call from us," pursued the captain. "Who knows but the United States authorities have asked the Chilian government to have the Salvadore meet the submarine and escort her to Valparaiso, thus affording her protection from the Sons of the Rising Sun?"
"Exactly so, captain! We shall find the Grampus, and we shall prevent her from falling into the hands of the United States Government at Mare Island."
"We shall!" and a look of grim determination crossed the captain's face as he moved hurriedly toward the door.
"Banzai, Nippon!" called Kaneko.