"Who are you, if I may ask?" came from the clerk, curiously.
"I am James Hendricks, and my father is Colonel Wilby Hendricks."
"Oh, yes, I guess Captain Dwight knows of your father. Your name will carry weight with him," added the clerk, for he knew that the colonel was well-known and was rich.
After considerable trouble the message was made out and telephoned at once to the wireless station. This accomplished, there was nothing to do but to wait for an answer.
"When is the next sailing for Alaskan ports?" asked Dick.
"Our sailing, as I told you before, is day after to-morrow. But one of the other lines has a sailing to-morrow, at nine P. M."
"They all seem to sail at nine o'clock at night," mused Sam.
"Yes, that is the usual hour," answered the clerk.
"Well, if we have to, we can take that boat at nine o'clock to-morrow night," remarked Dick.
"Provided you can get accommodations," said the clerk.