“To all ships within three hundred miles of Hatteras: Watch out for storm of hurricane violence.
“Briggs, Operator Neptune Beach U. S. Wireless Service.”
[CHAPTER II—WIRELESS CONVERSATIONS]
Sam was looking over Jack’s shoulder as the young wireless chief of the Tropic Queen rapidly transcribed the message on a blank.
“Phew! Trouble on the way, eh?” he asked.
“Looks like it. But we need not worry, with a craft like this under our feet.”
But Sam looked apprehensive.
“What is the trouble? Not scared, are you?” asked Jack, who knew that, excellent operator though he had shown himself to be, this was Sam’s first deep-sea voyage.
“N-no. Not that,” hesitated Sam, “but seasickness, you know. And I ate an awful big dinner.”
“Well, don’t bother about that now. Lots of fellows who have never been to sea before don’t get sick.”
“I hope that will be my case,” Sam replied, without much assurance in his voice.