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The hook-up of this outfit, on the boat, however, was left for a more leisurely occupation after all other preparations for the cruise were completed and they were well on their way. The name Catwhisker harked back to the days when radio, or wireless telegraphy, was in its infancy in the experience of the three boys whose adventures are the inspiration of this volume. Mr.
"Here's the new prisoner right here," was the other's reply, indicating the catapult victim who had suddenly found himself able to stand with his weight on his uninjured leg and aided by two of the Catwhisker boys. "Who is he one of that gang?" asked the officer. "He's a son of one of them, probably the one who was rescued from you."
He shrunk away from the glowering owner of the Catwhisker as if he feared the man's clenched fists were about to rain blows on his wounded body. At last he gasped in trembling tones: "I don't know, I don't know." "Don't know what?" thundered Mr. Perry. "I don't know I don't know where he is," stuttered the terrified boy. "And I don't believe you, young sir. Do you understand me?
"That's a peach of an idea," declared Cub, jumping to his feet in his eagerness. "I've got two hundred and fifty feet of extra wire and some insulators on the boat and we can put up an aerial here without taking down the one on the Catwhisker. Then we can shift the radio outfit back and forth to the island and to the boat as we please." "Good!" exclaimed Hal. "I'm with you on that.
"All right, now that everything's settled, I'll be gone and you two see what you can do through the air." That ended the discussion, and a few minutes later the owner of the Catwhisker was putting all the speed he could put into the power boat toward the Canadian shore, while Cub devoted all his energy and skill to the task of summoning as much aid as possible by wireless, Mr.
Hence the pilots and shippers of small boats on the lake, if they are wise, keep their weather eyes well peeled for any disturbance that may augment the natural roughness of this body of water. Mr. Perry and his three boy companions were all well aware of the wisdom of weather caution while cruising in the Catwhisker.
Then the owner of the boat put greater volume in his voice and repeated the hail: "Ahoy, the Catwhisker! Ahoy, the Catwhisker!" This time an answer came, but hardly in the manner expected. A muffled, rattling, rackety noise came from within the cabin, the door of which seemed to be closed. It sounded as if someone were pounding and kicking the walls like an insane patient in an unpadded room.
That was all not another dot or dash. Desperately Max appealed for further details, but it was like calling for life in a cemetery. The ether was dead, so far as Friday Island was concerned. Four Prisoners When the Catwhisker arrived at Friday Island again, the place appeared to be deserted. The camp was as they had left it, except that the breakfast dishes were washed and put away.
"We ought to have a signal, so we could be sure to recognize each other," Bud suggested. "All right, what'll it be?" "The Catwhisker ought to have an official signal," said Hal. "Why not make it 'meow'?" "Very good; it's adopted." The first trip was made without incident worthy of special note. Hal and Mr. Baker brought all of the radio set except the aerial, and Mr. Perry and Mr.
The catapult victim did not answer, but the expression on his face was all the evidence that was needed to indicate what an honest reply would have been. "I thought so," said Mr. Perry. "Now, would you like to make a trip down to the landing and occupy a stateroom in the Catwhisker with your father?
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