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"But if something does not happen by to-morrow, I shall start myself in my own yacht to chase up Daly." "I doubt if that would do any good, sir," protested Bob. "It might simply, as you said yourself, precipitate a crisis." "Well, a crisis is better than having nothing done," fumed the man irritably. "You must not forget there is O'Connel." "Much good he is doing.
Then it was doubtless Newport where O'Connel was to be taken aboard! Bob dared not raise his eyes lest the excitement that danced in them be detected. "And after provisioning up there Daly was to cruise, eh?" called Mr. Crowninshield. "Well, the Atlantic is wide and he will have plenty of room."
"Welcome home, Bob!" called Mr. Crowninshield going forward to meet the lad. "We have a surprise for you, Bob!" called Nancy. "Guess who's here?" "I can't," smiled the wireless man coming up to the piazza and shaking hands all round. Then his eye lighted on O'Connel. "My word! How did you get here, old top? Fired from your job?" For answer Mrs. Crowninshield held up Lola. "The pup herself!
"The Siren is anchored off Gloucester and bound north, probably to Bar Harbor. A dog they call Trixie, but which O'Connel thinks is Lola, is aboard the boat. The description we gave him seems to fit her. He says she isn't very well won't eat and seems either homesick or seasick. Mr. Daly is quite worried about her." "For goodness' sake don't tell Dad or Mother that.
With Bob here operating a wireless and O'Connel in constant communication with him, we will have all the inside information we're after. O'Connel can soon let us know where the yacht is; whether Lola is aboard of her; and exactly when and where the owners of the Siren are proposing to land. They can't make a move which we shall not know about in a flash. A pretty neat arrangement, I call it!"
And they've re-christened the poor little pupsie Trixie! Hang them! O'Connel thinks she isn't well? Of course she isn't seasick. Lola has been out on our yacht a hundred times. The reason she won't eat is because she is lonesome misses her home and family. The wretches! I wish I had Daly here! I'd wring his neck," blustered Mr. Crowninshield. "Isn't there anything we can do, Archibald?
His historical lectures on "The Lost Arts," "Daniel O'Connel," and "Toussaint," must sooner or later have been committed to memory, and were repeated again and again in a nearly identical form. To amend for these deficiencies, his delivery was perfect, and even more than that.
Curiously Walter looked from one to the other. "Better tell him, Bob," murmured the New Yorker in a low tone. "Why you see, kid, O'Connel had a chance to go as wireless man aboard the Siren." "Not not the yacht that has Lola on it!" "The very same at least we hope it has Lola." "But but I don't understand," muttered His Highness as if dazed.
Luckily Dacie saw the item in the want column of the New York paper and set O'Connel on the job. The arrangements have all been by letter through the general mail delivery of New York so we still have no notion as to where the Siren is. On Tuesday, however, O'Connel is to go over to New York, an agent is to meet him, and he is to be told where to go." "And I suppose Mr. Dacie or Mr.
"I feel like such a boob not to be able to make it out," Dick answered with evident reluctance at confessing himself floored. "But we'll have to tell him O'Connel called. We've got to do that anyhow; so he may as well know the rest of it," Walter persisted. "All right. We'll hunt him up. I warn you, though, that he will josh us most unmercifully.
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