"We meant you should be. Your brother settled everything up over the telephone a day or two ago."
"But, Bob, I don't see how you managed to get away from Seaver Bay so soon. You said it would probably be weeks before they could act on your resignation, even should you send it in, and afterward they would have to find some one to take your place."
"Luck came my way," Bob replied. "The government was closing the Bell Reef station and they simply shifted the two men who were there over to our place."
"Did you and O'Connel both decide to leave?"
Bob's eyes twinkled.
"O'Connel has just answered an advertisement as operator aboard a private yacht," said he, exchanging a glance with Mr. Crowninshield. Evidently there was some jest between them that amused them vastly.
Curiously Walter looked from one to the other.
"Better tell him, Bob," murmured the New Yorker in a low tone.
"Why you see, kid, O'Connel had a chance to go as wireless man aboard the Siren."
"Not—not the yacht that has Lola on it!"