“Don’t you think we’d better tell what we know about old pepper-pot?” asked Ned of his chums, as they reached their sleeping quarters.
“I suppose, after what has happened, that it will be best to,” assented Jerry. “Mind you, I’m not saying he had anything to do with the explosion of the boiler. But later on, if anything should come up, I suppose we’d feel better to remember that we had told. We’ll go to the captain in the morning.”
The boys were just composing themselves for some hours of rest in what remained of the night when they heard the crackle of the wireless overhead.
“Well, anything new?” asked Bob the next morning, as he made about the only kind of toilet possible on the crowded transport.
“I didn’t hear any,” responded Jerry. “Let’s get some eats, and then we’ll report to our captain what we know and let him do as he thinks best.”
On their way to receive from the galley their usual daily ration, Ned seemed to be listening intently for something.
“Want to hear another explosion?” asked Jerry.
“No, I was listening for the crackle of the wireless. I don’t hear it; do you?”
“That’s so—it is silent,” commented Bob.