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Updated: June 1, 2025
"But if Ker Karraje's secrets are known, do you suppose the powers are not also aware of the existence of the Count d'Artigas' submarine boat?" Engineer Serko looked at me suspiciously. "Mr. Hart," he said, "you appear to me to carry your deductions rather far." "I, Mr. Serko?" "Yes, and I think you talk about all this like a man who knows more than he ought to."
The description of the schooner would have been wired all over the world, and she would not dare to put into any port. The provisioning of Back Cup would be impossible, and Ker Karraje's bandits would be condemned to starve to death!
The advancing light could be none other than that, projected through the lookout of Ker Karraje's submarine boat. "The tug! The tug!" I exclaimed. "Lieutenant, here is the tug returning to Back Cup!" "Full speed astern," ordered the officer, and the Sword drew back just as she was about to enter the tunnel. One chance remained.
From the bridge the officers could see Ker Karraje's band scattered on the rocks of the island. The occasion was an excellent one for getting a shot at them before the bombardment of their retreat was begun, and fire was opened with the result that the pirates made a rush to get into the cavern. A few minutes later there was a shock terrific enough to shake the sky down.
Since our last conversation, Engineer Serko's attitude towards me has undergone a change. His gaze has lost its old-time sarcasm and is distrustful, suspicious, searching and as stern as Ker Karraje's. November 17. This afternoon there was a great commotion in the Beehive, and the men rushed out of their cells with loud cries. I was reclining on my bed, but immediately rose and hurried out.
I remember that on leaving me he went towards Ker Karraje's habitation, no doubt with the intention of apprising him of what had passed. After a rather long walk around the lagoon I am about to return to my cell, when I hear footsteps behind me. I turn and find myself face to face with the Count d'Artigas, who is accompanied by Captain Spade.
"Now we have not a moment to spare, we must profit by the obscurity." "One word, Lieutenant Davon, how did you penetrate to the interior of Back Cup?" "By means of the submarine boat Sword, with which we have been making experiments at St. George for six months past." "A submarine boat!" "Yes, it awaits us at the foot of the rocks. And now, Mr. Hart, where is Ker Karraje's tug?"
This was a question which everybody asked and none was able to answer. All attempts to run them to earth were vain. Terror and uneasiness having ceased with the danger, Ker Karraje's exploits soon began to be forgotten, even in the West Pacific.
I still entertain the conviction that nothing will ever induce him to give up the secret of the liquid's composition; but I am perfectly aware that he will not hesitate to place his invention at Ker Karraje's service. I often meet Engineer Serko when my strolls take me in the direction of the Beehive.
Now, I argue from this that as this squadron has not yet appeared, it is not likely to come at all, and that nothing is known as to Ker Karraje's whereabouts, and you must admit that this hypothesis is the most cheerful one, as far as you are concerned." "That may be," Engineer Serko replied, "but what is, is.
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