He sat thinking for a few minutes. Then remembering that he did not know where the American Consul was to be found, he went again to the wireless office and procured the address.
Turning, as he was leaving, to thank the boyish operator, he found that youth's shrewd eyes fixed on him intently.
"Look out, sir," said the operator, in perfectly good English. "There's a lot o' talk about you on board."
"What do you mean?"
"Wasn't it you the Wyvern was wanting?"
"Yes."
"You're friendly to us, I take it?"
"Do you mean to England?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, I am."