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If, however, I discover you cannot maintain me and my trifling pleasures I may abandon you and turn to Walter to support me in my old age." Lighting a cigar he strolled away. The boys ambled toward the boathouse. There was still three hours before the Boston train, bringing O'Connel, would arrive.
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O'Connel was to allow seven days for the work at Surfside to be finished and then his messages were to begin and both Mr. Crowninshield and his alert employee meant to be ready for him. Hence Bob whipped on his helpers, using every ray of daylight that could be turned to the purpose and much of the night.
Then came the sharp click of the Morse code and after an interval with radiant face the elder lad wriggled out of his trappings. "What is it? What is it?" cried his two companions, hardly able to contain their curiosity. "It was O'Connel." "What did he say? Is the dog there? Where was the yacht?" Breathlessly the questions tumbled one over the other.
"If only that miserable inspector would turn up and you could get your license! It is absurd that you cannot send a message, a man of your experience!" "I am as sorry about the delay as you are," Bob answered. "Perhaps I am more so. Nevertheless I am not going to break the rules. Besides, were we to call O'Connel, it might arouse suspicion and get him into trouble.
Even before Bob could reach his post at the wireless station and adjust his double head receiver to his ears his employer came briskly across the grass with his after-breakfast cigar between his lips. "Well," began he, when he was within calling distance, "any news yet?" "I'm afraid not yet, sir. It is still early." The great man took out his watch. "Isn't it almost time for O'Connel to signal?"
Altogether he began to be pretty uneasy and you may be sure I did my part to make him so. Every chance I got I would remark how sick his dog seemed. Of course I wasn't supposed to know it wasn't one he had had for years. I kept harping on the puppie's health until I had him fussed to death. At last he said: 'I don't know but what you are right about Trixie, O'Connel.
Fortunately Bob was not sensitive enough to be hurt by the thrust. "I'll be right along," agreed he, "as soon as I have locked up here." On reaching the veranda he found his class assembled and the first comment to reach his ears was: "No news from O'Connel, eh?" "No, Dick." "What in thunder do you suppose has become of him?"
Daly, and telling him that having decided Lola would recover more completely if placed under the protection of her rightful owners I was taking her back there." "I'd like to see his face when he gets that letter!" said Mr. Crowninshield, rubbing his hands. "So should I," roared O'Connel, his broad shoulders shaking. "But won't he " Mrs. Crowninshield looked anxious.
As you say, it can harm nobody to get the right meter." "There's that old commercial station up the Cape," announced Dick, presently. "That fellow is always on the job at this hour." "Probably he has to be, poor soul," Walter returned. "We'll get rid of him in a minute. What was that?" "It is some one on our line. That's the Siren's call. It's O'Connel! Jove! What are you doing, man?
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