“Mmmmmmmmm!” “Mmmmmmmmm!” they bellowed at each other.
The captain put his mouth to the first mate’s ear. “Can you make out where she is?” he shouted.
“To starboard, I think, sir.”
“So do I.”
The captain beckoned to Roy. “Tell that ship to stand still while I pass it,” he shouted.
Roy tore back to the wireless house. Water ran from him in streams as he sat down at his table.
“KQM de WNA,” he flashed. “Tell your captain to stand still while we pass.”
“All right—go ahead,” came the reply.
Roy scrambled back to the bridge with the message. The captain turned the handle of the indicator. Slowly the Lycoming gathered headway.
“Mmmmmmmm!” shrieked her whistle.