“Just so. You understand wireless?” inquired Professor Jenkins.
“A lul-lul-little bub-bub-bit,” stammered Ding-dong.
“We’ve got a plant here, which Ding-dong—William Bell, I mean—erected,” struck in Nat.
“A wireless here on this island?”
The question came from the injured man in anxious, almost quavering tones.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then we’ve a chance to head off that rascal yet!”
Mr. Jenkins raised himself on his cot.
“Can’t you send out a message to all coast stations to alarm the authorities to be on the lookout for the man when he lands? He can hardly escape notice in that boat.”
“Jumping ginger snaps! The very thing!” cried Nat. “What a fine lot of dummies we were not to think of that before; but I guess losing the boats turned us all topsy-turvy. Get busy, Ding-dong!”