“Come on!” cried Ned. “No time for any more!”
“I must save my fleas! I must save the fleas I’m testing as gas poisoning and trench fever carriers!” cried Dr. Hallet, as he turned toward the little green box. “I can’t go without them!”
“You’ve got to!” muttered Ned, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Didn’t you hear ’em say we are leaking?” And by a sudden effort he succeeded in forcing the doctor out of the cabin, not before the scientist, however, had caught up the specimen box containing the insects.
[CHAPTER XXVII]
THE WIRELESS
“Come on! Come on! Everybody up on deck! Take your boat stations!” was the cry that Ned and Dr. Hallet heard as they emerged from the cabin.
“Have we got much time?” Ned asked.
“Not any too much!” was the grim response. “Get to your boat station and stand by for further orders—that’s the instructions.”
It was one of the junior ship’s officers who answered Ned, and the lad ventured a further question or two.