“All I see,” said Morgan, quite unruffled, “is that George brought us some letters that, very easily and sensibly, make the name of his father’s ship now bound for Bahia.”
“Cracky!” exclaimed Al again.
“But—but do you suppose anything has happened to father, mother and the girls? Do you really, Morgan?”
“Who said anything about ‘something happening’ to them?” demanded his friend with some heat. “I am merely pointing out the possibility that the name of that ship is in a wireless message that somebody seems anxious to put over.”
“But who—what——”
“Exactly!” exclaimed Whistler, stopping Belding at that point. “We don’t know. We have merely learned that the radio men first spelled out the name of this destroyer. Now you and the chief have caught the name of the Redbird. The two names seem to be in the combination. Therefore, is it ‘crazy’, as you fellows say, for me to suggest that perhaps the mysterious message deals with both of the vessels named?”
“I begin to see your idea, Phil,” admitted Belding. “But it did shake me. You know, I spelled out ‘help’ first of all.”
“But you did not get that to-day,” said Whistler quickly. Then he added: “We know the Redbird is fitted with wireless.”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps somebody aboard is trying to send a message to us just for fun.”