The Ocean Wireless Boys And The Naval Code. Goldfrap John Henry

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      "Look out there," warned Jack, for Noddy, in his indignation, had sprung to his feet, entirely forgetting the tiller. The Curlew broached to and heeled over, losing "way." The Speedaway came swiftly on. In an instant there was a ripping, tearing sound and a concerted shout of dismay from the boys as the sharp bow of Judson's larger, heavier craft cut deep into the Curlew's quarter.

      "Now you've done it!" cried Billy Raynor.

      "I – er – it was an accident," cried Donald, as the two boats swung apart, and there was some justification for this plea, as the Speedaway was also damaged, though not badly.

      "It was no accident," cried Jack, but he said no more just then. He was too busy examining the rent in the Curlew's side.

      Still shivering, like a wounded creature, from the shock of the impact, the Curlew, with the water pouring into the jagged rip in her side, began slowly to sink!

      CHAPTER III.

      CAPTAIN SIMMS OF THE "THESPIS."

      Silence, except for the inrush of water into the damaged side of the Curlew, followed the collision. The three lads on the sinking craft gazed helplessly at each other for a few seconds.

      "Get away as quick as you can," whispered Donald's father to the boy who had wrought the damage, and now looked rather scared. The Speedaway swung out and her big mainsail began to fill.

      "We are going to the bottom," choked out Billy, the first of the party to recover the use of his vocal organs.

      "I'm afraid there's no doubt of that," said Jack. "Donald Judson," he shouted, raising his voice and throwing it across the appreciable distance that now separated the two craft, "you'll pay for this."

      "It was an accident, I tell you," yelled back the other lad, but in a rather shaky voice.

      "You'll do no good by abusing us," chimed in his father.

      "What'll we do, Jack?" demanded Noddy, tugging at Jack's sleeve.

      "Steer for the shore. There's just a chance we can make it, or at least shallow water," was the reply.

      "Doesn't look much as if we could make it," said Billy dubiously, shaking his head and regarding the big leak ruefully, "but I suppose we can try."

      The wounded Curlew began to struggle along with a motion very unlike her usual swift, smooth glide. She staggered and reeled heavily.

      "Put her on the other tack," said Jack. Noddy followed his orders with the result that the Curlew heeled over on the side opposite to that which had been injured, and thus raised her wound above the water line. Billy began bailing, frantically, with a bucket, at the water that had already come in.

      "Shall we help you?" cried Donald.

      "No, we don't want your help," answered Jack shortly. "We'll thresh all this out in court later on," he added.

      "I'm a witness that it was an accident," shouted the elder Judson.

      "You'll have a swell time proving I ran you down on purpose," added his son.

      Seeing that it was useless to prolong such a fruitless argument at long distance, Jack refrained from making a reply. Besides, the Curlew required his entire attention now. He took the tiller himself and kept the injured craft inclined at such an angle that but little water entered the hole the Speedaway's sharp bow had punched in her.

      The shore, on which were a few small houses and a wharf hidden among trees and rocks, appeared to be a long distance off. But the Curlew staggered gamely onward with Jack anticipating every puff of wind skillfully.

      "I believe that we'll make it, after all," said Billy hopefully, as the water-logged craft was urged forward.

      "I wish that Donald, with his sissy-boy clothes, was ashore when we land," grumbled Noddy. "I'd give him what-for. I have not forgotten how to handle my dukes, and as for his old octo-octo – "

      "Octogenarian," chuckled Raynor.

      "Octogenarian of a father, – I knew I'd get a chance to use that word – " said Noddy triumphantly; "he's worse than his son. They're a fine pair, – I don't think."

      "Well, abusing them will do no good," said Jack. "We'll have to see what other steps can be taken. I'm afraid, though, that they were right; we'll have a hard time proving that it was not an accident, especially as Noddy had dropped our tiller."

      "Well, I just couldn't – " began Noddy, rather shamefacedly, when there came a mighty bump and the Curlew came to a standstill.

      "Now what?" cried Raynor.

      "We've run on a shoal, fellows," declared Jack. "This cruise is over for a time."

      "Well, anyhow, we can't sink now," said Noddy philosophically, "but although the Curlew's stuck on the shoal I'm not stuck on the situation."

      "Better quit that stuff," ordered Jack, "and help Billy lower the mainsail and jib. They are no good to us now. In fact a puff of wind might send us bowling over."

      His advice was soon carried out and the Curlew lay under a bare pole on the muddy shoal. The boys began to express their disgust at their predicament. They had no tender, and would have to stay there till help came because of their lack of a small boat.

      "Better set up some sort of a signal to attract the attention of those folks on shore," suggested Billy.

      "That's a good idea," agreed Jack, "but hullo! Look yonder, there's a motor boat coming out from the shore. Let's hail that."

      "Hullo, there! Motor boat ahoy!" they all began to yell at the top of their lungs.

      But they might have saved their voices, for the motor boat swung about in a channel that existed among the shoals and began making straight for them. Its single occupant waved an encouraging hand as he drew closer.

      "In trouble, eh?" he hailed; "well, maybe I can get you off. I saw that other boat run you down. It was a rascally bit of business."

      "Gracious!" cried Jack suddenly, as the motor boat drew closer and they saw its occupant was a bronzed, middle-aged man with a pleasant face; "it's Captain Simms of the revenue cutter Thespis! What in the world is he doing up here?"

      "If it isn't Jack Ready!" came in hearty tones from the other, almost simultaneously.

      CHAPTER IV.

      ON SECRET SERVICE

      There was no question about it. Astonishing as it appeared, the bluff, sunburned man in the motor boat which was winding its way toward the Curlew, in serpentine fashion, among the tortuous channels, was Captain Simms, the commander of the revenue cutter on which Jack Ready had served as "ice-patrol" operator. The greetings between his late commander and himself were, as might be imagined, cordial, but, owing to the circumstances under which they were exchanged, somewhat hurried.

      "So you've been in a smash-up," cried the captain, as he reduced speed on nearing the stern of the Curlew, which was still afloat. "Nobody hurt, I hope?"

      "Except the boat," smiled Jack with grim humor.

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