"We're hoping to reach Maine, our home."
"That must be close on to six hundred miles from here."
"That's about what we thought."
As Bob spoke he threw over the switch, and Jack stepped in front of the lens and began throwing kisses and smiling. Then Bob took his place and after he had gone through a few like motions, they insisted that their uncle play his part and then nothing would do, but the captain must at least make his bow. He stepped forward somewhat doubtfully and made a very gracious bow, after which, Bob threw off the switch and threw on another.
"Now to see if we can get a reply," he said, as he stepped back and watched the circle of light on the wall of the room. But, though they waited nearly an hour no picture appeared and they had to conclude that the experiment, at their end at least, was a failure.
"Something's wrong," Bob declared, as he finally gave it up and threw off the power.
"But I'd like to know whether or not they got us," Jack said.
"Well, so would I, but I reckon we'll have to wait till we get to Panama. We'll get letters there," Bob told him.
"I'm going into the wireless room and listen in for awhile," Jack announced. "It's just possible that father'll send a wireless although I doubt it."
"All right, I'll go with you," Bob said.