“Roughly, they are on our course, sir,” ventured Jack.
“Yes, we can almost make a landfall on them if you got the positions right. I’ll have full speed ahead signaled. Poor fellows, their plight must be desperate!”
He hastened off to give the necessary orders, while Jack went back to his instruments; but, although he tried with all his might to get another whisper, he could hear nothing.
Either the wrecked airship had gone to the bottom, or else, water having reached her storage batteries, she could no longer send out word.
But Jack raised another ship,—the City of Mexico of the Vera Cruz line.
“What’s biting you?” the flippant operator inquired.
“Just got word that a wrecked airship is floating about on the sea,” flashed back Jack, and gave the latitude and longitude.
“Why, we’ll be there almost as soon as you,” was the reply.
“All right, let’s make it a race,” called Jack. “It is one for a good cause.”
“Surest thing you know. See you later.”