“He said I might stay,” she answered timidly.
Tom glanced around and saw her, but showed no interest. Roy sat on the edge of the instrument table, anxiously waiting.
“They can’t cut this kind of wires,” he said cheerily to Mary as if to make up for Tom’s silence.
Eagerly she watched Tom. She seemed fascinated with his absorption and with every slight move of his hand.
“Nothing doing?” said Roy with a note of discouragement.
Tom made no answer, only adjusted the sending instrument to a different wave-length.
“Too late, Tommy boy,” Roy said.
Tom paid no attention, only in dogged silence adjusted the sending instrument to another wavelength and readjusted the tuning-coil.
After sending the wireless message, Tom finds himself a hero.