Only a faint light penetrated through the porthole into my cabin.

The submarine, without the least rolling or pitching, sped silently through the deeps.
I had seen with what rapidity, and also with what ease the transformation of the "Terror" had been made.

No less easy and rapid, perhaps, would be her change to an automobile.
And now what would this Master of the World do?
Presumably he would change his course, unless, indeed, he preferred to speed to land, and there continue his route along the roads.

It still seemed more probable, however, that he would turn back toward the west, and after distancing the destroyers, regain the Detroit River.

Our submersion would probably only last long enough to escape out of cannon range, or until night forbade pursuit.
Fate, however, had decreed a different ending to this exciting chase.
Scarce ten minutes had passed when there seemed some confusion on board.