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Curlie suddenly inquired of Joe. "Yes, quite a bit; had a shift on one of those marine kinds last summer on the Great Lakes." "Good! You'll have to take a shift here on the Kittlewake. This trip can't be made without sleep. I'll spell the captain at the wheel and you can relieve that lanky engineer." Again they lapsed into silence.
Couldn't manage coffee, but toast and milk'd be fine." The girl sprang to her feet as if to go for the required articles, but Joe pushed her back into her chair. "Not for you," he shouted. "It's gettin' dangerous." "Joe," said Curlie, "there's a small electric toaster there in the cabin. Disconnect it and bring it in here. We'll connect it up and make the toast right here."
If this person were to be allowed to break in upon them they might wait hours longer. Thousands of dollars would be lost. And then, as we have said before, the message of some ship in distress might be lost because of this person's interference. "When, oh, when," sighed Curlie, "will people become used to this new thing, the radiophone?
"Some car he's got!" said Curlie when the farce was ended. "Bet he never even guessed he was being chased. But you wait; we'll get him yet." When they were once more in the secret tower room Curlie plotted the route of the mysterious operator.
Hardly had he reached the machine and assumed the attitude of one hunting trouble in his engine when a girl rounded a corner at full gallop. Dressed in full riding costume and mounted on a blooded horse, she swung along as graceful as a lark. As she came into the public highway she flashed Curlie a look and a smile. Then she was gone.
"The very same!" The girl, leaning over the table, watched him eagerly. She was both excited and elated over the find. "Isn't it wonderful?" she exclaimed, clasping her hands. "I think it's great! And to think that my brother and his chum were the ones who found it!" "Haven't read it all," Curlie mumbled. "Then read on. Read it all. Please do."
"Guess it'll be fairly good, though," said Curlie, working feverishly. "Only hope it didn't burn out the insulation on our aerials. Want to get her going again quick. Want to bad. Lot may depend on that." The insulation on the aerials was not burned out. After many minutes of nerve-racking labor they had the equipment together again and were ready to listen in.
"Well!" he shouted at last, "that settles one thing. I was right. They did go in search of that mythical island." "You can't be sure," said Joe. "Might have been a fishing boat led off her course by a chase after a whale. You never can tell." "No, that's right," Curlie agreed. "What makes you so sure the island on that map is mythical?" asked Joe. "Doesn't sound reasonable."
A message was being shouted out on 600. "That's the chap Curlie's after. So he hasn't got him yet? Well, here's hoping he hurries." His pencil began rapidly writing the message. Meanwhile Curlie in his woods retreat had moved silently over to the other side of the driveway. "Probably will come back the other way," he concluded.
"But they can keep secrets!" she exploded, breaking off from her narrative. "They do keep secrets more secrets than boys do. Wonderful and terrible secrets sometimes!" "All right," smiled Curlie, "I agree with you, absolutely, but what did they do then?" "Well," the girl pressed her temples as if to drive the thoughts of the present from her.
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