“Could it be one of our convoys?” Sally asked.
“Hardly that. They maintain radio silence, I’m told. But with such a radio, who knows? But if they are subs, a whole wolf-pack of them!” he exclaimed a moment later.
“And if we could spot them!”
“While we were on a ship, an aircraft carrier! Spot them some distance away and go after them with a dozen planes loaded with depth-bombs. I’ll tell you what!” he exclaimed, becoming greatly excited. “I’ll be ready to sail in a month or two, on an aircraft carrier. You get a radio job on my ship. Then we’ll really try this radio out.”
“They’re not sending WAVES on ships yet,” she reminded.
“Oh! We’ll manage it,” he insisted, “We’ll just have to.”
“We may discover that we’re mostly just duplicating one of Uncle Sam’s secrets.” Sally was cautious by nature. “These code signals may come from American ships or airplanes.”
“Tell you what!” he exclaimed. “We’ve just got to de-code their messages so we can tell what they say. Then we’ll know. But that,” he sighed heavily, “looks like a long, long job.”
They pitched into that job once more and had been working for some time when he said: “By the way, did you have a class tonight?”
“Yes, from eight to nine.”