Through the glass half of the door to the radio coop they both saw that the operator seemed excited. He had the eartabs clamped to his head and was evidently listening in on something very important. With his right hand he wrote a few words quickly and then wheeled and beckoned Ned.
“Get this to the chief,” he said abruptly. “It is relayed from Block Island. There may be more of it.”
Ned wheeled about and thrust the paper into Tom’s hand. The latter read the message at a glance:
“T. Swift, com. seaplane Winged Arrow, offshore, N. Atlantic, relay: Return immediately very important news of Damon and Nestor.—B. Swift.”
Tom stared from the message to his friend.
“What do you know about that?” he exclaimed.
“Don’t even know what it’s all about,” grumbled the treasurer of the Swift Construction Company.
“Look at it!” ejaculated Tom, and handed Ned the radio message.
“Great whales and little fishes!” gasped Ned, when he had read it. “It is from your father!”
“That’s right.”