"Say, Tick," said he, "Matt und der odder fellers has peen doing somet'ing der same as you und me. Hey?"
"I should say so!" exclaimed Dick. "If this submarine hadn't bobbed up just when she did, you and I would have been in a jolly hard row of stumps, matey."
Just then a tremendous roar was heard, and the submarine shook in every part.
"Vat id iss?" cried Carl, showing symptoms of panic. "Iss dot schooner come pack?"
"No, Carl," laughed Matt, "the schooner made a get-away. That's the cruiser Seminole doing that firing."
"Vat iss she firing ad?"
"At your brig. The boat is a derelict, and dangerous to shipping. The cruiser is breaking her up."
"Dere vas some salfages to be got oudt oof dot prig," mourned Carl, "und now id vill all go py der fishes. Oof dot poat couldt haf peen got to port——"
"Which she couldn't, matey," put in Dick. "The pounding that schooner gave her wrenched her badly."
"Dit dose fellers in der poats ged on der prig?" asked Carl, harking back to the last thing he remembered.