“Do you think so?” murmured his friend.
Whistler wrote it “Lat.—,—, long.—,—.” Then he had an inspiration and put in “name” before “Redbird.”
“There we have it in full—except for the figures of the Redbird’s position. Look out for them next time, George. They are important.”
“Next time, Morgan?” gasped George Belding, excitedly.
“Certainly. It stands to reason your sister is sending out messages for help whenever she gets a chance at the radio instrument on the Redbird. And take it from me, the most important thing she is trying to put over is the position of the ship from day to day. They take the sun at noon, and as soon afterward as she can, Lilian gets to the radio and sends that information into the air.
“Believe me, George, you have some smart sister, and no mistake!” said Whistler Morgan in much admiration.
CHAPTER XXIII—THE SEA PIGEON IN SIGHT
George Belding was for running right off to the radio chief, Mr. Sparks, to ask another chance to listen in on the wireless for further messages from the Redbird. The supposition that Germans in her crew had mutinied and seized his father’s ship became at once a certainty in George’s mind.
Whistler, however, with his usual cautiousness, steadied his friend.
“There is no use making such an application now, George,” he said. “There will be none of this ‘ghost-talk’ in the air at this hour.”