“Yes,” Ned was told by a comrade to whom he put an inquiry, “they managed to fix up a small dynamo, and they’re sending out calls for help.”
“Then we’re all right!” decided Bob. “I guess my appetite will come back now.”
“Didn’t know you’d lost it!” mocked Ned.
“Why, I didn’t feel a bit like eating!” retorted the stout lad.
“Well, it’s the first time such a thing has happened in a good many years,” commented Jerry.
With every one else on board, they were vitally interested in the reëstablishment of the wireless. But as the day went on and no replies came to call after call that was flashed into the void, the feeling of hope gave way to one of despair.
“Don’t they answer?” was the question asked over and over again.
“No reply,” was the report of the wireless men, as they bent over their keys and strained their ears to catch the faintest click that might come through the ear-pieces strapped to their heads. All their flashing calls seemed in vain.