John Goldfrap - The Ocean Wireless Boys and the Lost Liner
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He was still trying to piece it all out when suddenly the door, which he had closed to bar out the flying spray, was flung open.
A gust of wind and a flurry of spume entered, striking him in the face like a cold plunge.
“Bother that catch,” exclaimed Jack, swinging round; “I’ll have to get the carpenter to fix it to-morrow, I – ”
But it was not a weakened catch that had given way. The door had been opened by the hand of a man, who, enveloped in a raincoat and topped by a golf cap, now stood in the doorway.
The man was James Jarrold.
CHAPTER V – THE INTERRUPTED MESSAGE
Jack sprang to his feet, but the other held out a withholding hand.
“Stay right where you are, Mr. Ready,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep and I decided to sit out your watch up here with you. You’ve no objection?”
“I’m sorry,” said Jack, for after all Jarrold was a passenger and it would not do to offend him if he could help it, “but it is against the rules for passengers to linger about the wireless room.”
“Well, I can write a message, then. You have no objection to that?”
Jack was in a quandary. He knew perfectly well that Jarrold was there for some purpose of his own, but what it was – except that its aim was sinister – he could not hazard a conjecture.
“Of course the office is always open for business,” he rejoined, pushing a stack of sending blanks toward Jarrold.
“Of course,” replied Jarrold, sinking into a chair beside the young operator. “By the way, nothing from the Endymion yet?”
“That is the business of the line so far, sir,” replied Jack. “If it is anything of general interest, you will find the notice posted on the bulletin board at the head of the saloon stairs in the morning.”
Jarrold made no reply to this, but sat absent-mindedly tapping his gleaming white teeth with a gold-cased pencil as if considering what he should write on the blank paper before him. He appeared to be in no hurry to begin, but fumbling for his cigar case, produced a big black weed and leisurely lighted it, puffing out the heavy smoke with an abstracted air.
“Sorry, sir,” struck in Jack sharply, “but you can’t smoke in here, sir.”
“Why not?”
“It is against the rules.”
“Where do you see such a rule? Reckon you made it, eh? Too much of a molly-coddle to smoke, hey?”
The man’s tone was aggressive, offensive. The subtle objection to him that Jack had felt when they first met was growing with every minute. But he kept his temper. It was with an effort, however.
“There are the rules on the wall,” he said.
“Humph,” said Jarrold, with a disgusted grunt. “In that case I’ll throw my cigar away. But one always helps me to think.”
“Personally, I’ve always heard that tobacco dulls the brain,” retorted Jack, “but never having tried it, and not wanting to, I don’t know how true it is.”
Jarrold made no reply to this, but a contemptuous snort. He unfolded his big, loose-knit frame from the chair and went toward the door. He flung the cigar into the night. As he did so, there was a blinding flash of lightning. The rain was coming in torrents now, but the wind and sea were dying down.
The man came back to his chair and again appeared to be considering the message he should send out.
“I have my doubts about getting a message through to-night at all,” hinted Jack. “The rain doesn’t always interfere with the Hertzian waves but sometimes it does. Maybe you would better wait till morning.”
“I’ll send it when I choose,” was the growled reply.
At that instant Jack’s hand suddenly shot out across the desk in front of him and turned the switch that sent the current into the detectors. Faintly, out of the storm, some whispered dots and dashes had breathed against his ear-drums. Somebody was trying to send a radio.
Jarrold’s lounging figure stiffened up quickly. He had seen Jack’s sudden motion and guessed its meaning. He leaned forward eagerly while the young operator tuned his instruments till the message beat more strongly on his ears.
Through the storm the message came raggedly but it was intelligible.
“ Tropic Queen! Tropic Queen! Tropic Queen! ”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” flung back the boy at the liner’s key. “Who is that?”
“Are you the Tropic Queen ?”
The sending of the call across the storm was uncertain and hesitating; not the work of a competent operator, but still understandable.
“Yes, this is the Tropic Queen .”
The answer that came made Jack thrill up and down his spine.
“This is the Endymion !”
Then came a pause that vibrated. Jack pounded his key furiously. The sending on the other craft was bad, and the waves that were beating against the aërials of the Tropic Queen were weak. Although rain does not necessarily hamper the power of the Hertzian billows, and all things being equal the transmission of messages is clearer at night, yet certain combinations may result in poor service.
The spark writhed and squealed and glared with a lambent blue flame as it leaped like a serpent of fire between the points.
But even above its loud, insistent voice calling into the tempest-ridden night could be heard the deep, quick breathing of Jarrold as he leaned forward to catch every move of the young operator’s fingers.
“This is the Endymion ,” came again.
“Yes! Yes!” flashed back Jack.
“Have you a passenger named Jarrold on board?”
Jack’s heart and pulses gave a bound. Jarrold was leaning forward till his bristling chin almost touched Jack’s cheek. The man’s hand stole back toward his hip pocket and stayed there.
“Yes, what do you want with him?”
“We – have – a – message – for him,” came the halting reply.
Jack’s fingers were on the key to reply when the quick, harsh voice of Jarrold came in his ear.
“That’s the Endymion . No monkey business now. Send what I tell you. I – ”
There was a sudden blinding flash from the instruments and a blaze of blue, hissing fire filled the wireless room.
Jarrold and the young wireless man staggered back, their hands flung across their faces to shield their eyes from the scorching glare. It was all over in an instant – just one flash and that upheaval of light.
“The aërials have gone!” cried Jack.
He darted from the wireless room, leaving Jarrold alone, a look of frustrated purpose in his eyes.
CHAPTER VI – A DARING FEAT
Out along the wet and slippery decks, spray-dashed and awash, rushed the boy. He was headed for the bridge. He found the first officer, Mr. Metcalf, on duty.
The officer was shrouded in gleaming oil-skins and sou’wester. Spray glistened on his cheeks and big mustache as the dim light from the binnacle revealed his features. Ahead of them Jack could make out dimly the big, plunging forepart of the ship as it rushed up a water mountain with glowing phosphorescent head, and then with a swirling roar went sliding down the other side.
“Well, Ready, what’s the trouble?” boomed out Mr. Metcalf good-naturedly. “You seem excited.”
“Yes, sir. I’ve just had a message.”
The officer was alert in a moment.
“A vessel in distress?”
“No, sir. Although – ”
“Well, well, be quick. On a night like this any call may be urgent.”
“This was from a yacht. The Endymion , she said her name was.”
“And she’s in trouble?”
Mr. Metcalf was one of those men who leap to instant conclusions. Already he was considering the best method of proceeding to the distressed – as he thought – ship’s assistance.
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