"He professed to," answered Matt. "I was to be held in Punta Arenas until Garcia's yarn could be verified, which, the captain said, might take a week or two. The American consul, and the British consul, the captain also told me, were both out of town for a week——"
"Which is a fact," spoke up Glennie. "Dick and I went ashore to see the two consuls, and were informed, at their residences, that they had gone into the interior for a week."
"Then I owe Captain Sandoval an apology," said Matt, "for I doubted his word."
"Vell, he owes you some abologies, too, don'd he?" asked Carl.
"Well," smiled Matt, "a few."
Matt got up and turned off the electric light that flooded the periscope room.
"What's that for?" asked Dick.
"The light might shine through the lunettes and be reflected up to the surface," was Matt's answer. "I just happened to think of it."
"Well you did, Matt!" exclaimed Glennie.