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[Illustration: _"FIRE away, kevik!" clamored Carl, and just then Matt pulled the trigger._]
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No. 20. NEW YORK, July 10, 1909. Price Five Cents.
CHAPTER I. OFF THE CHILIAN COAST. CHAPTER II. HURLED INTO THE SEA. CHAPTER III. SAVED BY A TORPEDO. CHAPTER IV. WEIGHING THE EVIDENCE. CHAPTER V. A SURPRISING SITUATION. CHAPTER VI. ANOTHER ATTACK. CHAPTER VII. A BAD HALF HOUR. CHAPTER VIII. CHASING A TORPEDO. CHAPTER IX. NORTHWARD BOUND. CHAPTER X. A HALT FOR REPAIRS. CHAPTER XI. DICK MAKES A DISCOVERY. CHAPTER XII. A WARY FOE. CHAPTER XIII. PLUCK THAT WINS. CHAPTER XIV. A LITTLE WORK ON THE INSIDE. CHAPTER XV. A STAR PERFORMANCE. CHAPTER XVI. CONCLUSION. THE SPIDER WATER. GOOD WORDS FOR THE 'GATOR. VENOMOUS FISH.
=Matt King=, otherwise Motor Matt, king of the motor boys.
=Carl Pretzel=, a cheerful and rollicking German boy, stout of frame as well as of heart, who is led by a fortunate accident to link his fortunes with those of Motor Matt.
=Dick Ferral=, a young sea dog from Canada, with all a sailor's superstitions, but in spite of all that a royal chum, ready to stand by the friend of his choice through thick and thin.
=Ensign John Henry Glennie, United States Navy.=
=Captain Pons=, who has come from Havre, France, to deliver the submarine boat, _Pom_, to the Chilian Government, only to fall into a net spread by the Sons of the Rising Sun.
=Captain Sandoval=, of the Chilian Navy, who has appeared before, in the MOTOR STORIES, and appears for the last time and bows himself out.
=Captain of the Port of Lota, Chili=, who plays a small but important part.
There were three surprised and excited boys on the rounded deck of the submarine boat _Grampus_. It was a calm, cloudless night, and the sea was as smooth as a mill pond; but, for all that, the night was cloudless, a dank, clinging fog had rolled down from the Andes and out upon the ocean, blotting out moon and star and rendering their surroundings as black as Erebus.
