The strangely softened magnate sighed and his tired eyes swept the sea.
“We must not leave here till we get some news of Tom,” he said.
Then he fell to pacing the deck, while Jack went back to his wireless.
Suddenly he picked up a message.
“Ajax! Ajax! Ajax!” buzzed the instrument.
Jack sent a replying message and then came this:
“This is the Caronia. We were in communication with you yesterday. We’ve picked up a shipwrecked crew and——”
“What!” volleyed back Jack’s key.
“What’s the matter, are you crazy? Don’t butt in when I’m giving you the news. Where are your manners?”
“Oh, stop that and get on!” sputtered Jack’s key.