“Yes, yes, yes.”
The answer came mapping back from amid a mystifying maze of other flying dots and dashes.
“There is a gang of tobacco smugglers at work here!”
“The dickens, you say! Hold on a minute.”
“All right. But you must hurry men up here if you want to nail them.”
“Who are you?”
“The wireless man of the Ajax. I was here late and saw the work going on.”
“Bully for you! We’ll rush Launch B up there on the jump.”
“Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!” chattered back Jack’s key; and then silence fell once more.
Jack jumped up from his sending table.