“The Ultonia, of the Portland and Liverpool line, eight days out from England,” was the rejoinder; “have you got any American newspapers on board?”
Now it happened that Dr. Perkins had brought some papers of the day before along in his pockets, and at Harry’s request he handed them to him.
“What are you going to do?” asked Frank.
“I was going to suggest that we dive across the Ultonia and deliver the papers,” said Harry; “can we do it, doctor?”
“By all means,” rejoined Dr. Perkins, deeply interested; “flash them a message of what we intend to do so that they may be prepared.”
Harry sent out the message and the operator flashed back a quick “Thanks,” adding the next moment: “Good-by. I’m going to beat it out on deck and watch you.”
Frank, in the meantime, had done the papers up in a compact bundle and weighted them with an empty beef can.
“All ready?” cried Dr. Perkins.
“All ready, sir,” was the prompt reply from the boys.
“Then hold tight. I’m going to make a swift dive.”