The Motor Boat Club and The Wireless; Or, the Dot, Dash and Dare Cruise

UP THE S

of the propellers, and felt the speed being reversed. That told him, insta

dy ray of his own searchlight showed him that t

l, but young Dawson was be

rboard," cried Joe, pointing. "The water

cided Captain Halstead, taking the wheel and reaching for the engine control. He

Dalton can't get anything or anybody a

an open coast?" demanded young Dawson,

wait and see," laugh

n, to learn what this sudden

"Restless," pointing to the anchored Drab. "Yet I think the whole situation, sir, points to

ecial messenger," whispered Seaton, hoarsely, in

ong, as though you were going below for a nap. A night glass o

three hundred yards apart. The night air was so still, and voices carried so fa

to the watchers on the smaller boat. This solitary individual pa

ough to guess what their game

ks, now, as though Dalton and Lemly are trying to hol

wo who landed on eith

th, of those fellows carried messages, somewhere and of some nature. In that case, we're lettin

rodding the bulwarks with his

e just been thinking of somethin

ha

ght to send out a call on the 154 wireless at least once an hour. There's something else in the wind

e sending key," proposed Dawson. "Send ou

watched all the time from that old drab pirate yond

he motor room and use

ver the sea. Excepting the "Restless" and the drab seventy-footer there was no craft in s

ve just been chatting with the Savannah boat, the New Orleans boat, two Boston fruit steamers, the southbound H

ondon now. The next thing will be a telephone in every stateroom, with a wireless central on the saloon deck or the spar deck. But gracious! We've been forgetting all about our poo

watch below, Tom kept Hank on deck with him. Bye-and-bye Joe and Hepton took their trick on deck, while Halstead and Hank Butts went below fo

chor. With sunrise came a stiffer wind

d, as, after the second short sleep of the night, he came up on deck, yawning and

going to happen, doesn

looking around at the sky. "Yet it may be hours, or a day, of

the direction of the other craft. Two men were now visible on the deck of the seventy

ed the young skipper. "You'd better get the motors on the mot

at a ten-mile gait; half a minute later t

n roadstead, anchoring a quarter of a mile from shore. To

er. "Joe, if you'll see whether Mr. Seaton wants anythi

t later. "I've made eight calls through the night, but I'll get at the sen

tered a sudden exclamation. A sharp, bright glint of lig

ung captain called,

ered Hank Butts, pointi

's a third," cried

. "They are getting news, now, and of a kind we can't read. H

was speedily u

ross the spark-gap, and, dashing up the aerials, there shot into space the electric wav

rk, 158 bounding, leaping to its wor

loud. Whew-ew! A bullet uttered a swift sigh as it sped past the sign

at us," exclaimed Powell Seaton, turning s

t our aerials!" retorte

fle shot from the land had scored a fair bull's-eye among the clustered ae

unded down into the motor roo

warned Mr. Seaton. "This tim

ttered Captain Tom, dryly. "Th

bullets did further damage among the aerial wires. The

iness," he cried, disgustedly. "We haven't wire enough

cate the marksmen. We can't. They're using smokeless powder, and are hi

Joe Dawson, with vigor. "It's mine to see that

or room, soon reappearing with a c

we have wire enough to repair a dozen smashes, if

ecting footholds placed there for that purpose. Tom le

ttent volley. Steel-clad bullets sang a s

killed!" roared Mr. Seaton,

in silence, Skipper Tom lo

not, we'll fix the aerials. We can't al

the shore there came another burst of rifle-fire, and the air about them was sternly melodious with

followed Joe's

e, Tom. Pass

PTE

T WATER BLI

ing!" growled Hepton,

drive at the shore, not far back from the beach's edge. Then, after a pause and a

pper and engineer this time. It's up to us to answer 'em-clear c

the beach. It was like the man to hope he had hit no one, but he was deter

p the bothering tactics of those on shore, for one wi

laugh. "But we'll get rigged, in spite of them. All we ask for is that they let us ge

ammunition. The guard was much more vengeful in his firing and

t of all, to fool us and get us guessing, and, next, to hunt up some of their own rascals 16

along this sparsely settled shore there is a nume

it must pay unusually well, too, for them

to the young skipper and engineer, though doing no actual damage. Hepton, with his ear traine

ut out of business again," mutt

the spark-gap and up the wires was heard. The young wireless operator of

ed last night, captain?" inquired M