[CHAPTER IX]
THE MYSTERIOUS CABIN
Ned nudged his two chums as they stood in the now almost complete darkness, waiting near their boat station for what was next to happen.
“Did you hear that?” asked Ned Slade in a low voice.
“I did,” answered Jerry. “Don’t repeat it.”
“But, if we’re disabled,” whispered Bob, “doesn’t that mean we’ll sink sooner or later? And I haven’t noticed any other ships near us—not since we started the second time.”
“Disabled doesn’t mean that we’re sinking,” said Jerry, “and there’s no use starting another near-panic by scattering that word broadcast. If we’re disabled it may only mean that we can’t proceed under our own steam.”
“How else are we going to proceed?” demanded Ned.
“Send out a wireless call for help and be towed back to port,” was Jerry’s answer. “That’s easy.”