“There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy,” quoted the operator. “And among these, radio takes the first place.
“But there,” he continued, rising from his seat, “I’ve talked you fellows nearly to death, and, anyhow, the aurora is on its last legs and I’ve got to get back to my work.”
The boys could have listened to him all night, and told him so.
“Come down to my room tomorrow, and I’ll give you some idea of the multitude of things that radio does in the matter of the iceberg patrol,” he invited. “I suppose you boys think that about all we have to do is to report on the position of icebergs when we spot them. Isn’t that so?”
“I thought it was mainly that,” Bob answered for them.
“Well, come in and see how greatly you’re mistaken,” said Johnson, with a grin, as he left them.
CHAPTER XX
IN STATELY PROCESSION
The next morning after breakfast, Bob was the first one to reach the deck, while Jimmy brought up the rear, with Hector at his heels.
But a shout of surprise and excitement from Bob caused even Jimmy’s laggard feet to hasten.
“Hurry, fellows!” Bob fairly shouted. “Here’s a whole fleet of icebergs! You’re missing the sight of your lives!”