He dreamed of the creation of a fleet of steamers that might reach even to the coast of the Pacific; he wished to contribute his means to the victorious re-birth of the race which had discovered the greater part of the planet.
His new faith made him more friendly with the ship's cook, feeling the attraction of his invincible illusions.

From time to time he would amuse himself consulting the old fellow as to the future fate of the steamer; he wished to know if the submarines were causing him any fear.
"There's nothing to worry about," affirmed Caragol.

"We have good protectors.

Whoever presents himself before us is lost." And he showed his captain the religious engravings and postal cards which he had tacked on the walls of the galley.
One morning Ferragut received his sailing orders.

For the moment they were going to Gibraltar, to pick up the cargo of a steamer that had not been able to continue its voyage.