“Now to work,” Tony said. “I’ll get that radio set up.”
Tony worked in the dark. It was not for nothing that he had so carefully practiced assembling this radio. He wanted to be able to do it by feeling alone, without relying on any light. Dick helped by holding the few tools in his hands and giving them to Tony when he asked for them. When Tony finished with the screwdriver he returned it to Dick’s hands, so no time would be wasted feeling around for it.
It took almost an hour for Tony to complete his work. During that time he worked without pause, muttering to himself the names of the different parts he handled, giving himself instructions. Dick sat patiently and said nothing, knowing Tony’s complete concentration on his job. Finally, the young radioman turned to Dick and said, “There! It’s done. If it will only work now.”
“Want the light for a few minutes to check it?” Dick asked. “I think it might be safe.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s okay,” Tony replied. “After that noise, those sentries may be more on the alert than usual.”
Dick edged his way up to the generator and felt for the cranks. “Tell me when to start turning,” he said.
“Okay,” Tony said “Give me some power now.”
Dick turned the cranks and got them going at a regular speed.
“That’s about right,” Tony said. Dick heard him snap a switch and speak in a clear voice into the little microphone.
“Julius Caesar to Mark Antony,” he said. “Julius Caesar to Mark Antony.”