He resolved to test it again. A moment after he had put the receivers to his ears, a broad grin came over his face. The air was literally vibrant with the calls of the navy men, flinging their high-powered currents through space.
"... he's a cheeky beggar, whoever he is, but he's got the goods," was the first he heard.
"Hum, that's Mr. Washington," thought Jack. Then, from some other point came another message.
"Great Scott! Uncle Sam won't let him get away with anything like that."
"I should say not. The Secret Service department is already at work trying to find out who the dickens he is."
"That will be a sweet job," came the naval station at Point Judith.
"Talk about a needle in a haystack," sputtered the U. S. S. Alabama.
"Not a patch on it," agreed the great dreadnought Florida.
Then came Washington again.
"I'll tell you it's stirred up a fuss here," he said. "I wonder who it can be."