“Can’t you raise even a whisper?”
“No! And it has been three nights. And besides we can’t operate the wireless, because you don’t know code. Brown, in America, will be wild. Our three days of uncertainty is nothing. He hasn’t heard since Roger left us, and that was a week before our last contact with him.”
“Let me try. You go and turn the dynamo.”
“I wish I knew more about it. I know precious little, come to find out, whether it’s burned out, or the brushes gone, or how to adjust these things.” The doctor relinquished his place, went into the tent.
At the tuning dial and control knobs, as he whirled them and almost frantically called into the telephone transmitter, Clark worked.
In the tent his companion swung the flywheel over, and around, and then stopped, groaning.
“Guess we are licked,” he came out.
“You go back. We’ll keep trying.”
Doctor Ryder nodded.
Ten minutes of silence.