“It’s a strange world,” she thought as she walked up the marble steps.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SECRET MEETING
Three weeks later Sally was again on those fine waters. Again it was night. Once more the city painted its many colored pictures against the sky. But how strangely different was the craft on which she rode!
Gone was the small rubber raft, the tuna, and the shark. Gone too was strange, intriguing Silent Storm.
“It will be a long time before I see him again,” she told herself, “but I may talk to him, perhaps many times.”
This was true. During the weeks that had just passed she had secured permission from her aged benefactor, the radio inventor, C. K., to show the secret radio to Silent Storm.
She had taken it to his house for the first time on the night of the tuna feast. That feast had been a great success. Nancy had gone with her. Never had she seen Silent Storm so carefree and gay as on that night.
When the feast was over, the three of them, Sally, Nancy, and Silent Storm, had retired to his den. There the secret radio was set up. Since he had a private hook-up with the station’s great aerial, things had gone very well.
For a time, it is true, no sound came over that secret wave length, but this had happened many times before. When at last the “put-put-put” began, the strange broadcasters had put on a real show. As on one other occasion the six separate units broadcasting were some distance apart.
Then came the sudden, loud and insistent bark of a broadcast for all the world like the call of a wolf leader to his pack.