torm-laden air. For Dawson, as well as had he stood
on deck, knew that this endless, malignant fury of the gale must
sooner or later start the seams of the staunch little craft. Or else,
struck by a wave bigger than any others, she would lie so far over on
her beam ends that she must finish the manoeuvre by "turning
turtle"--lying with her keel uppermost, and the crew penned underneath
to drown in haste.

"Nothing to report yet, Joe, old fellow?" came down Captain Tom's
brave though anxious voice for perhaps the fortieth time.

"No reply to our signals, Tom," went back the answer.

"Do you think our spark is still strong enough to carry far?"

"Plenty of electric 'juice' left," Joe responded. "The spark is as
strong as ever. Oh, if we only had as much gasoline!"

"Oh, if we only had!"

But ten minutes after that last call Joe again sent forth:

"C.Q.D.! C.Q.D.!"

Then down the receivers traveled a click--not loud, yet unmistakable.

"Where are you? Answer!" came the response, out of the air from some
quarter.

In frantic haste Joe Dawson fell upon his key once more.

Motor yacht "Restless!" Under no power whatever.
Gasoline almost gone--saving the last for any emergency
chance that comes to us. All canvas blown overboard. Do
you get this?

It seemed to frenzied Joe Dawson as though many minutes passed, yet
the response came promptly:

Give us your present position, "Restless," as best you
know it!

Joe obeyed with fingers that seemed themselves to be worked by
electricity. The receiver of the message repeated Joe's response, to
make sure that it was correct.

"Who are you?" Joe now broke in to answer.

Havana liner, bound north, and, we believe, within thirty
miles of you. Have you been signaling long?

"Seems as though I had been signaling for years," sent back Joe,
laughing nervously to himself. The answer came:

We'd heard you before, then, but there was a little mishap
to our installation. You keep at your table to send and
receive. I'll do the same at my end. Keep up your courage
until we reach you. Be ready to burn Coston lights
when we ask you to.

Then how fast Joe Dawson managed to talk up through the speaking tube!
Tom Halstead, after first announcing the great news to the deck with a
wild cheer, put Hank at the wheel and hurried below. Shortly, however,
the young skipper was back on deck, bearing the wonderful news.

In smooth weather the Havana liner, ord