ng curiously at
his chum. "Say, you're shaking to pieces, and I don't wonder. Get
below and get dry and warm. Get below all of you, except one to stand
by me. Who can best remain on deck for a few minutes more?"

"I can," proposed Jasper, starting forward with an odd mixture of
sullenness and eagerness in his tone.

"I'll trust you--now," nodded Captain Halstead, after eyeing the man
keenly. "The rest of you get below. We want a few dry folks aboard."

On board there was clothing in abundance, enough to enable everyone to
make at least a few changes. Now that the "Restless" could be held to
a course, Hank Butts cautiously made a small fire in the galley stove,
and then stood by to watch the fire. After a while he had coffee
going--this with a "cold bite" of food.

Hepton came up, bye-and-bye, to take the wheel. As he was wholly
capable, Tom surrendered the helm to him, then dropped down below for
some of that coffee.

"We've found out to-night what a wireless is good for," declared Joe.
"But for it, we wouldn't have kept the 'Restless' afloat and right
side up through the night."

"Until we got this tow I didn't expect ever to see port again," Tom
Halstead admitted, quietly. "Do you know, the worst thing folks will
have against row-boats in the future will be the fact that row-boats
are too small to carry a wireless installation!"

"You feel wholly safe, now, do you, captain?" demanded Powell Seaton.
"It rather seems to me that the gale has been getting heavier."

"It has," Halstead admitted. "If we were adrift, now, we probably
couldn't keep right-side up for ten minutes. But give the 'Restless'
real headway, and she'll weather any gale that a liner or a warship
will."

"If the towing hawser should part!" shuddered Mr. Seaton.

"We'd hope to get another line across, and made fast, before we
'turned turtle,'" replied Skipper Tom.

No one could venture from below on the bridge deck without being
quickly drenched. For that reason the wheel-reliefs were short. Hank,
by staying right by his galley fire, was able to keep heat at which
anyone coming down from the bridge deck could dry himself.

By daylight the gale and sea were lighter. For one thing, the Havana
liner had carried her tow so far north that they were out of the worst
of it. Half an hour after daylight the wireless operator aboard the
larger craft telegraphed Joe:

"We've taken you in four miles off the town of Mocalee. You can get
gasoline ther