"That's right," smiled he. "From now on we should be able to checkmate them pretty neatly."
Mr. Crowninshield put his finger to his lips significantly. The two city electricians were approaching.
"Well, sir," began the foreman, "I guess your wireless tests out pretty near right; we've signalled our home company and got a reply from New York clear as a bell. With this chap at hand," he motioned to Bob, "you won't be needing us much longer, I reckon."
"Have you got to rush back to another job?" questioned the financier.
"Well, there is always plenty to do," grinned the man good-humoredly.
"You couldn't remain over a few days and overhaul my yacht, could you? She is anchored out in the bay close at hand. If you could be tightening things aboard her and seeing everything is right I would keep this young man at this shore station."
"Why—" the mechanic hesitated, fingering the roll of bills that stuffed his pocket. "Why," repeated he, "I imagine we could fix things up with the boss and stick round until whatever you wanted done was completed, sir."
"Arrange it then. Get the yacht into condition quickly so we can put to sea any day now that we choose."
"We'll do that, Mr. Crowninshield," responded the men in chorus. "Unless there is a lot to do to the outfit—"
"There isn't. It was all new in the fall; and we have been in Florida this winter too, so the ship has been in commission and constantly taken care of."