CHAPTER XII

BOUND FOR THE OCEAN LANES

The captain recognized the Radio Boys at once, and he sprang quickly

to his feet, his face quite as full of surprise and delight at the

unexpected meeting as their own.

“Upon my word!” he ejaculated, as he shook hands with them warmly

one after the other. “This is a bit of good luck I never dreamed of!

I had been hoping to meet you again, but I had no idea our meeting

would come about in any such way as this. So you are the four boys

that our boat picked up last night! Sit right down and tell me all

about it.”

The ensign had saluted and vanished, much impressed by the warmth of

the reception that had been extended to the castaways by the

captain.

The boys seated themselves, still somewhat in a daze, but glad

beyond measure that fate had thrown them into the hands of so

staunch a friend. In a few words, Bob, acting as spokesman for the

group, narrated the particulars of the collision and the sinking of

their steamer.

“And you’ll never know, Captain, how good it was to see that

searchlight of yours shining through the fog on our little boat,” he

said, in conclusion. “What with the wet, the cold, and the worry, we

were about all in.”

“I don’t wonder,” replied the captain, sympathetically. “You were in

a plight calculated to tax the strength and courage of experienced

sailors. If a storm had come up, it would have been a matter of

touch and go, and you might not have been rescued at all. I’m mighty

glad that our vessel was in range of your S. O. S.”

“You can’t be any more glad than we are,” responded Joe. “We’d

rather find ourselves on your boat than on any other in the world.”

“Even if it is carrying you farther and farther from your friends

and home with every hour that passes?” asked the captain, with a

smile.

“Even so,” came from Bob. “Because they know, or will know soon,

that everybody on board was rescued, and that will relieve their

worry.”

A troubled look came into the captain’s face.

“I’m not so sure about everybody,” he said slowly. “I was, last

night, or of course we would have stayed in the vicinity. But there

was some mix-up in the reports. We were told at first that six boats

had left the steamer, and when we learned that, counting your party,

six boatloads had been picked up, we concluded that our work was

done. But a wireless that reached me a little while ago says that

there were seven boats, and the seventh had not yet been accounted

for.”

A look of consternation came into the faces of the boys.

“I wonder if Mr. Strong could have been in the missing boat,” said

Bob, in a voice that shook a little.

“It is possible, of course,” replied the captain. “The names of the

rescued have not been checked up fully yet. I have radioed to

Washington, offering to return to the scene of the collision, but I

have been told that other Government vessels in the vicinity will

keep up the search. Likely enough, your friend is among the rescued.

I’ll let you know as soon as I have anything definite to tell. Of

course, I’ll report your safety right away, and the news will be

sent to your people immediately. That will relieve their anxiety.

Later I’ll see that you have all facilities for sending your own

personal messages.”

“Thanks, very much,” replied Bob. “We’d like to do that as soon as

possible.”

“And after that?” pursued Captain Springer, inquiringly.

“After that,” answered Bob, “we’ll do exactly as you say.”

“I suppose I can soon speak some steamer homeward bound and put you

on board,” said the captain, half as though speaking to himself.

There was such a comical look of disappointment on the faces of the

Radio Boys that the captain laughed aloud.

“Doesn’t seem to appeal to you very much,” he remarked, as he

looked, with a twinkle in his eyes, at the various members of the

group.

“Can’t say that it does,” replied Herb.

“You see, Captain,” said Joe, “we never had a chance of this kind

before, and we were beginning to feel as if we were in for a

glorious adventure.”

“And if so soon you’re to be done for,

You wonder what you were begun for,”

said the captain, with a smile.

“That hits it exactly,” confessed Jimmy.

“Of course, Captain,” said Bob, “we don’t want to presume on your

kindness or tax your hospitality too much——”

“Don’t worry about that,” interrupted the captain. “I don’t forget

and I never shall that I owe my life to the courage and presence of

mind of you boys, and I’m only too glad to be able to repay, in what

slight degree I may, the debt I owe you. I shall be delighted to

have you stay on board the ship as my guests until our voyage is

over and we return again to Halifax. That is, of course, if your

folks consent.”

“That will be dandy!” exclaimed Jimmy delightedly, and his feeling

was mirrored on the faces of his companions.

“We’ll get in touch with our fathers and mothers as soon as we may,

and I’m sure they’ll consent,” added Bob.

“I don’t see why they shouldn’t,” put in Joe. “It’s vacation time

anyway, so that it won’t interfere with our school work.”

“At what time does your school term begin?” asked the captain.

“In about six weeks,” answered Herb.

“That will be just about the term of our voyage,” observed Captain

Springer. “At the end of that time, we’ll be relieved by another

vessel, and return to Halifax for fuel and supplies. So that just

fits in nicely. By the way, do you boys know just where we are bound

and what line of work this vessel is doing?”

“No one has told us,” replied Bob. “But remembering what you told us

the last time you were at my home, I suppose your work is in the

iceberg patrol.”

“Just that,” agreed the captain. “I was appointed to the command of

this vessel shortly after I left Clintonia, and I assumed my duties

at once.”

“The iceberg patrol!” exclaimed Joe, jubilantly. “Don’t you

remember, fellows, how we were wishing, after the captain left

Clintonia, that we could have a fling at that?”

“And how it seemed as though we might almost as well wish for the

moon!” chimed in Jimmy.

“And here we are right in the thick of it. I hope I don’t wake up,”

cried Herb.

“You’re not dreaming,” the captain assured them with a smile. “But

don’t think for a moment that it’s going to be all peaches and

cream. We’re not on a holiday jaunt, but on the hardest kind of

service that has a good deal of danger attached to it.”

“We wouldn’t give a fig for it if it hadn’t,” asserted Bob, stoutly.

“Spoken as I like to hear things spoken,” declared the captain.

“Well, then, we’ll consider it settled, always supposing that your

parents consent.”

“We don’t want to loaf,” said Bob. “We’ll be only too glad to do

anything you have for us to do. We don’t know much about boats, but

we’re willing to learn.”

“Well,” said the captain contemplatively, “I don’t want to put my

guests to work, and we’re not at all shorthanded. But I understand

and appreciate your spirit, and I’ll see that you have something to

occupy your hands and mind. I shouldn’t wonder if you could help out

our radio operators once in a while, if you like. You boys are all

radio fans, and it would be right in your line.”

“Suits us right down to the ground!” exclaimed Bob enthusiastically.

“We’ll just eat that up,” declared Joe.

“Lead us to it,” urged Jimmy.

“Hits us where we live,” affirmed Herb.

“All in good time,” rejoined the captain, rising. “Now come out with

me on deck and I’ll introduce you to my officers. They’re a fine lot

of men. You’ve already met Ensign Porter, but I want you to meet the

others.”

They followed the captain to where the first officer was standing.

“Lieutenant Milton,” said the captain, “I want you to meet these

young men that we brought aboard from the small boat last night. I

didn’t know until a short time ago that they were the same who saved

my life some time ago.”

“When you were caught in that overturned auto?” asked the

lieutenant, with quickened interest, as he acknowledged the

introduction.

“The same,” replied the captain. “And boys don’t come any finer!

They’ll go with us on this trip, and they’re to have the run of the

ship.”

They talked for a few moments and were about to pass on, when the

young ensign, Porter, came up hurriedly and saluted.

“Vessel lying to leeward, Captain,” he said, as he handed over a

pair of glasses. “Low in the water and seems to be abandoned.”

The captain seized the glasses and focused them on what seemed to

the boys a little speck, scarcely visible in the distance.

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