“Yes, I suppose so.”
“Danny, you’ve never met him. That’s too bad.”
“But I’ve met you—in fact, once I actually caught you,” he laughed.
“Danny, today I talked with my boss, Major Storm, and he told me old C. K. taught him radio. He says C. K. is one man in a million. Isn’t that a great break?”
“I suppose so. But why?”
“Because if I want a chance to do something different, like going to sea so I can try out this radio, if I tell him it’s really for old C. K., Silent Storm will help me.”
“Silent Storm! What a name!” Danny laughed low.
“It’s not the name that counts, but the man, and I—I think he’s going to be fine.”
“Sure! Sure! I know he will,” Danny agreed. “And now, here’s the station.”
In a small room they set up the radio and, having attached it to the aerial connections, turned on the current. Almost at once, there came the “put-put-put-a-put” of a code message.