THE ANSWER TO THE WIRELESS CALL
Most of my readers have, in all probability, by this time guessed Jack’s
plan. It was nothing more nor less than to harness up the powerful
storage batteries to the wireless apparatus, and thus secure a wave
that, while not as strong as the one from the ship’s dynamos, would yet
reach for two hundred miles or more.
This was the inspiration that had come to him when his eye had fallen on
the momentous entry on the manifest. The boys worked feverishly. At last
the batteries were connected, and it only remained to run the wires to
the instruments in the wireless room. Then would come the supreme test.
At last everything was “hooked up” to Jack’s satisfaction, and he sat
himself down at the key. He knew that his wave lengths would not be very
heavy nor his radius large, but he calculated on the fact that already
this part of the ocean was alive with scout cruisers and warships
hunting for the _Endymion_.
With a beating heart and a choking sensation in his throat, he seized
the key. Sam could not speak for excitement and suspense, but leaned
breathlessly over his chum’s shoulder.
Downward Jack pressed the key.
A simultaneous shout burst from both boys’ throats. The wireless was
alive once more!
A green spark, like an emerald serpent, leaped from point to point of
the sender. With swift, practiced fingers Jack began sending abroad the
message of disaster and the appeal for rescue.
Almost the entire night passed away without any answer reaching his
ears, although he ran the gamut of the wireless tuning board. He began
to fear that the current was too weak to reach any of the ships that he
knew were scouring the sea for the Endymion, when suddenly, in response
to his S.O.S., came a sharp, powerful:
“Yes—Yes—Yes.”
“Oh, glory!” cried Jack. “I’ve got a battleship! I know it by the
sending.”
“This is the _Tropic Queen_,” he flashed out. “We are wrecked on Castle
Island. Send help quickly. Rush aid. We are——”
A loud, terrified cry from Sam interrupted him. Through the door the
whole sky could be seen a flaming, lurid red. The stranded ship shook as
if in the grip of cruel giant hands. The boys were thrown helter skelter
about the sloping cabin floor.
The place gleamed with the glaring, crimson light. A dreadful roaring
sound filled their ears. The sands beneath them appeared to heave up and
down in sickening waves like those of the unquiet sea.
Then came a vast uproar, and the two terror-stricken boys clawed their
way out on the slanting deck. They looked toward the island. The sky
above it was blood red. The rugged sky-line of its peaks stood out
blackly against the scarlet glare. The air was full of a gas that burned
the throat and choked the lungs.
“It’s the volcano!” cried Jack. “The volcano! Look!”
But Sam was clutching the other’s arm and pointing frantically seaward.
Rolling toward them, its foaming head crimsoned by the lambent glare of
the volcano, was a giant wave.
“Into the wireless room. Quick! For your life!” screamed Jack.
They scrambled up the sloping deck and threw themselves flat on their
faces in the coop, clinging to stanchions with a death-like grip. The
next instant there was a roar like a thousand Niagaras. They felt the
solid fabric of the _Tropic Queen_ lifted dizzily skyward, while tons of
water roared down on her. Then there came a sickening crash that shook
the boys loose from their grips and sent them rolling about the cabin.
The door was burst open and they staggered out on the deck. The _Tropic
Queen_ was almost upright now, with her bottom smashed in till she stood
flat upon her bare ribs in the soft sand.
Jack could see, by the glare of the burning mountain, the bleak
figures of men far up among the rocks. The tidal wave, then, had been
seen in time for some of them, at least, to save themselves. He had
just time to observe this when before his eyes the sea sucked
outward—outward—outward. The ocean floor rose into view, all crimsoned
from the flaming volcano. He could see gaunt rocks uncovered for the
first time since the creation, perhaps, sticking up blackly in the
slimy depths.
And then the sea came back! Out in the far distance across the exposed
flats a mighty wave shouldered itself. Its body and huge hollow incurve
was black, but its crest was glowing with reflected flame. Jack gave one
glance ashore. He could see black figures scuttling high up the rocks.
They had just time to rush into the wireless room, with its steel walls
and stout foundations bolted to the iron superstructure, when, with a
roar, the mighty wave swept landward. Jack and Sam felt the _Tropic
Queen_ lifted and rushed toward the shore, then lifted again and again
and again till it seemed impossible that anything man-made could resist
the awful force.
But at last the ship grounded with a shuddering, sidewise motion that
seemed like a last expiring gasp. The boys ventured forth. The ship was
lying on the beach almost at the foot of the cliffs. Her funnels and
masts had vanished, snapped off like pipe stems. She lay a sheer,
miserable hulk in the flaring light of the volcano.
Seaward, the waves were breaking tumultuously, but the tidal wave had
spent its fury. Dizzy, sick and battered the boys made their way over
the side of the lost liner and crept up the beach. It was littered with
the smashed fragments of the two boats and the remnants of the hastily
abandoned camp.
Through the glowing darkness a figure came toward them.
“Great heavens, boys, is it you?” they heard.
“Yes, Captain,” rejoined Jack. “We’ve come ashore.”
“Thank Heaven you are safe! We are all right except for four poor
sailors who did not awaken in time. But where have you been? How did you
get on board?”
“We swam out,” said Jack simply, “and had just got out a wireless call
when the big blow-up came.”
“A wireless call! Are you out of your head, boy?”
“By no means,” said Jack. “We got out a call, and, better still, got an
answer. I don’t know what ship it was, but it was a naval craft. I gave
our position and then came the tidal wave.”
“It is our only chance,” said the captain. “Both boats were, of course,
smashed, and we are marooned till aid comes.”
It was the next night. The disconsolate castaways were huddled near the
pathetic wreck of the lost liner. Food had been obtained from on board,
so that there was no actual suffering, but the volcano still glared and
rumbled and at any moment a disastrous eruption was to be feared.
De Garros and Miss Jarrold stood together apart from the rest.
“And your uncle’s influence over you is broken forever if we ever escape
from this?” he was asking.
She nodded.
“That time in Paris when he tried to persuade you to give up the
aeronautical plans was when I first began to mistrust him. I never
thought I should see you again after our engagement was broken off, but
fate has brought us together. It has been like a dream,” she went on. “I
think sometimes that he exercised a hypnotic influence over me. But I
know it all now and can see things clearly.”
De Garros was about to answer, when suddenly his body stiffened. He
pointed to the northern horizon.
“There,” he cried. “Look there!”
His excitement was mounting high.
“See,” he shouted, “that white light! It’s sweeping the sky! What is
it?”
Far off, a faint pencil of light swung across the zenith as if on a
pivot. It dipped to the horizon, rose again and swung like a radiant
pendulum across the sky.
“Signals,” the girl choked out. “It’s a searchlight!”
From the seamen there came a hoarse cheer.
“It’s a battleship! She’s signaling!” shouted Jack in a voice that
shook. “It’s Morse!”
He took a long breath or two. Then he choked out the message that was
flung on the sky.
“Courage! We are coming!”
And then pandemonium broke loose. Under the glaring sky, seamen danced
and shouted and the other members of the party shook hands. Only Jarrold
stood silent and aloof, looking at his niece and De Garros. It was as if
he knew that his hold over her was broken forever, and that the
approaching warships, speeding to the rescue, meant for him shackles and
iron bars.
The scene shifts to Colon harbor. Into port are steaming the
_Birmingham_, scout cruiser, and the _Wasp_, torpedo destroyer, the
craft that rescued the castaways of Castle Island. Already by wireless
the story of the lost liner and the wonderful resourcefulness of Jack
Ready and Sam Smalley has gone out to the world. Big crowds are waiting
to meet the rescuing warships. Among them are the military attachés to
whom Colonel Minturn, thanks to Jack, will be able to hand the Panama
documents so nearly lost forever.
At the stern of the _Wasp_, under the ensign, are standing Jarrold’s
niece and De Garros. He is telling her that Colonel Minturn has promised
to intercede for her uncle, and that in all probability he will be
deported with a warning never to tread American soil again, in place of
being imprisoned. Nations do not care to advertise their troubles with
international spies, if it can be avoided.
Jack and Sam, on board the _Birmingham_, stand happily by the wireless
operator of the cruiser. He is taking a message. Presently he turns to
them.
“Some news that will interest you, fellows,” he says. “All the boats
from the _Tropic Queen_ have been picked up, without the loss of a
single passenger.”
“Good work!” exclaim the two listeners heartily.
“And the _Endymion_,” continues the operator, “has been in port for a
week, and her crew and captain are detained pending an inquiry.”
“Well, I guess they’ll get out of the scrape, all right,” says Jack,
“for they didn’t know what schemes Jarrold was up to when he chartered
the yacht.”
“What about Cummings?” asks Sam.
“So far as I am concerned, I shall take no action,” replies Jack. “All
that I am anxious for now is for a sight of the good old U. S. A. and
Uncle Toby and——”
“Somebody named Helen,” chuckles Sam, while Jack turns red under his
tan.
And here, with their adventures on the lost liner at an end, we will say
farewell to our ocean wireless boys till we encounter them again in a
forthcoming volume dealing with their further stirring adventures at the
radio key.
THE END.
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The Chester Boys in new field of endeavor—an attempt to capture a
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