“You do just that, Sally.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “You just spill it all to old Riggs. He’ll pull you out of it or die in the attempt.”
“Thanks, Riggs. I feel so much better.”
“It’s the dance that did that,” he slowly insisted. “Really there must be some change in our lives or we break. The Old Man knows that. Great old fellow, the Captain.”
Sally and Nancy worked out a schedule all their own. Four hours on and four off, day and night, turn and turn about, they stayed by the secret radio.
“It seems such a simple thing to do!” Nancy exclaimed, after a full twenty-four hours of it.
“Yes, I know,” Sally agreed. “Nothing ever happens. I hear a little ‘put-put-put-put-a-put’ now and then—”
“Sure! So do I but it sounds far away. The subs seem close together so they can’t be near—
“So we just set the dials and sit and listen, and wait. But just think what has already happened and may happen again!”
“Yes. We stopped them. Stopped them dead. Ships and lives would have been lost.”