The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific

arked the last resting place of the Centurion, for Mr. Jukes, after ransacking the cabin of everything associated with his brothe

mystery is solved

ousand years. Mr. Jukes must be very fond of his

, I thought him a regular man of business, with ice-water instead

to run up against a streak of sentiment

o was put on the wireles

have thought he would have used i

message and it would reach the ears of that Amsterdam firm and they

t there's one thing su

that

't do much w

en that. What rotten luck! Wher

in Tahiti,

re we to tha

ng puts us in Latitude

that makes it quite a run." The sec

s want to see you in the

what about?"

you got to keep those old te

ck let that deck-load be washed overbo

as possible, full speed was to be made with the coal in hand, and that then canvas would be sprea

ill many weary sea-miles from their destination. However, sailors are proverbially inclined to make the best of things. The Sea Gypsy's canvas was bent, a

s, the wind, if it blows a'beam, constantly drives her side-ways, or crab-fashion, of a direct course, so that for every mile she makes in a forward direction a co

the Sea Gypsy's wireless was set to work again. But they were traveling a lonely tract of the Pa

those nations keep war craft in these Pacific waters to watch out for pearl pirates and othe

a few remarks the reserved seaman had let fall, that he expected another hurricane. Situated as she was, the Sea Gypsy's predicament would be a serious one if such a tornado as the one she had safely weathered were to

tning deafened and blinded the voyagers. Rain descended as only tropical rain can, flooding the decks and blinding the look-outs and the officers on th

Sparhawk had ordered stretched when the storm broke. Raynor, coming on deck to repor

he observed, raising his voice in order to make it

orst yet,"

tter, according to the way Captain Sparhawk put i

that?" exclaime

ted Raynor. "Look at the

ated Jack, and, followed by Raynor, he hurried toward the bow w