Sally’s thoughts broke off short. Yes, someone might be listening. The enemy subs; and if they heard, all her secrets would be out.
Had the girl succeeded in sending a message? She doubted that, for this was a secret radio in more ways than one.
A brief study of the radio assured her that no messages could have been sent.
After making sure of this, she snapped on her headset to sit listening for a half hour. She caught again that “put-put-put.” It seemed nearer now. Tomorrow she and Nancy should get back to this secret radio.
At that she dragged off her sodden garments, rubbed herself dry, drew on a heavy suit of pajamas, then rolled up in her blankets. Soon she was fast asleep. And the storm roared on.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
THE SECRET RADIO WINS AGAIN
When Sally awoke, hours later, the sun was shining. Great billowing waves with no foam on their crests were rolling their ship up and down. The worst of the storm was over.
Looking like a ghost, Riggs crawled out of his hole to resume his duties. Even Nancy was back to her old, normal self.
“You take it nice and easy, Sally,” was Riggs’s advice. “You’ve done a swell job and deserve a rest.”
After drinking her coffee and eating toast and oatmeal at a real mess table, Sally felt swell. She took a turn or two along the deck, then climbed the ladder to the flight deck. There she came across Fred.