CHAPTER XXX.
A FISH STORY.
Then came the same breathless pause for an answer. But this time the suspense was not regardless. To Jack’s ears came a tiny ticking in reply.
“Who wants the WHITE SHARK?”
Jack uttered a yell which apprised the others that he had at last caught the connection he was after. The boy’s hands flew as he switched to the sending key.
“Jack Chadwick and Tom Jesson. Who is this?”
“Your father,” came flashing back through space the next instant. “Good heavens, boy, we had given you up for lost. Where are you?”
“Don’t just know, right now,” flashed back Jack; “will tell you in a second.”
“Where have you been?” came crackling back impatiently. “We have passed a dreadful night of anxiety.”
“It’s too long a story now. I will tell it to you when we meet. Is the engine fixed?”