"He iss der feller vat does t'ings, you bed you," declared Carl.
"Let's hear about what happened while Speake, Tirzal and I were away from the boat," suggested Jordan.
"Not now," answered Matt. "I'm hungry, whether the rest of you are or not. Speake," he called through the tube leading to the torpedo room, "see if you can rustle something in the way of breakfast."
"Aye, aye, sir," answered Speake heartily.
For some time the Grampus had been heaving and tossing in a way that made it difficult for those in the periscope room to keep their seats.
Matt took a look into the periscope.
"Ah," said he, "we're out of the river and heading for Belize."
"And glad I'll be to get back there," remarked Jordan, with satisfaction. "You've made me a lot of trouble, Coleman."
"I seem to have made a lot of you a good deal of trouble," returned Coleman, "and I'm mighty glad I've ceased to figure as an international issue."
"We all are, for that matter," said Jordan.