"A hundred miles away," mused Lord Hastings.
He led the way to the wireless room.
"Send this in code," he told the operator, handing him a slip of paper on which he had written a few words, "and instruct him to reply in code."
The operator did as he was commanded.
The reply was plain to Lord Hastings, himself an operator upon occasion.
"Good!" he said to himself.
He turned to the boys.
"I gave the Sydney our position and told him we were trailing the Emden. He replied that he would head for us immediately; for us to keep up the chase and keep him constantly informed of our position."
"But don't you suppose the Emden has picked up the message, sir."
"Undoubtedly; that is why I sent it in code. Von Mueller may surmise what we are up to, but he cannot be sure."