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Updated: May 4, 2025
When Curlie Carson left the wireless cabin of the Kittlewake, he grasped a rail which ran along the cabin, just in time to prevent himself from being washed overboard by a giant wave. As it was, the water lifted his feet from the deck and, having lifted him as the wind lifts a flag, it waved him up and down three times, at last to send him crashing, knees down, on the deck.
Just now he was listening in on 600, ready to pick up any message which might come from the boys on the seaplane. That the Stormy Petrel was a doomed aircraft he had not the least doubt. The only question which remained in his mind was whether the Kittlewake or some other craft would reach her in time to save the two reckless boys. Now and again as he listened he picked up a message from shore.
If this storm meant grave dangers to them, what must it mean to two boys in a seaplane skimming through the air over the sea? He shivered at the thought. Fifteen minutes later, Curlie was in the small wireless cabin of the Kittlewake.
"Yes, sir; was tryin' one out only yesterday. Fine thing." "Reliable?" "Absolutely." "Know where I can get one?" "Over at Dorrotey's sea-goods store on the dock. He's got one er two for sale." "Thanks." He and Joe started away. "Next place is Dock No. 3. The Kittlewake, the Ardmore yacht, is tied up over there. Unless I miss my guess we'll be off to sea in less than two hours," said Curlie to Joe.
In that flash his eyes had seen something; at least, he thought they had; some craft away to the left of them; a craft which reminded him of one he had sailed upon many a time; his father's yacht, the Kittlewake. "But of course it couldn't be," he told himself. "Nobody'd be crazy enough to "
In the meantime, had one been on some craft three hundred miles farther on in the direct course of the Kittlewake, he might have caught the thunderous drumming of two powerful Liberty motors. He might also have seen a spot of light playing constantly upon the black waters. While this light was constant, it moved rapidly forward in a wide circle.
And now she overstepped and came down with a solid impact that set her shuddering from stern to keel. "Good old Kittlewake," he murmured, "you sure were built for rough service!" But now he had reached his stateroom door. With a lurch he threw open the door, with a second he fell through, a third slammed it shut.
Having dropped to the raft, and seized a short paddle, he joined Joe and the engineer in forcing the unwieldy raft away from the side of the doomed Kittlewake. They were none too soon, for scarcely two minutes could have elapsed when with a rush that nearly engulfed them the boat keeled up on end and sank from sight.
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.
For an hour Curlie Carson had been seated in the radiophone cabin of the Kittlewake. During that time his delicately adjusted amplifier and his wonderful ears had enabled him to pick up many weird and unusual messages. Listening in at sea before a great storm is like wandering on the beach after that same storm; you never can tell what you may pick up.
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