“Not much that I know of. Here’s hoping the wind goes down and we have calm weather and see the sun again.”
“Hope all you like,” growled the young fellow. “I am going to see if the girls aren’t able to bring something to pass with that radio.”
He found his sister and Jessie rearranging a part of the circuit on the set-board. They were very much in earnest. Thus far, however, they had been unable to get a clear signal out of the air, nor could they send one.
“If we could reach another vessel, or a shore station, and tell them where the yacht is and that she is leaking, we’d be all right, shouldn’t we, Darry?” Jessie asked earnestly.
“But I am not at all sure we need help,” he said, in doubt.
“We may need it!” exclaimed his sister.
“Why—yes, we may,” he admitted, though rather grudgingly.
“Then we want to get this fixed,” Jessie declared. “But there is something wrong here. Do you see this Darry? It seems to me that there must be a part missing. When you and Burd set this up are you sure you followed the instructions of the book in every particular?”
“Of course we did,” Darry said.
“Of course we didn’t!” exclaimed Burd’s voice from the doorway.