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

o stifle a prodigious yawn. "This may be what Mr. Seat

ely island, yet in plain sight of the sea that we long to rove o

etting paid for our time," laughed Joe Dawson, the lea

t think of a young fellow, full of life and hope, with a dozen amb

job?" inquir

utts, solemnly. "I could have had th

ended Joe Dawson, wit

ow rather wearisome, even with the p

one of the rooms of the seashore bungalow, on t

t sitting up straight in the porch chair, with a comical prete

The jangling of the bell continued. The bell was a rather clumsy, yet suffic

the absent owner, Mr. Powell Seaton, had contrived to put his place very much "in the world" by installing wireless telegraphy at the bungalow

d a passion for telegraphy. Of late he had gone in in earnest for th

lous speed, though it did not distinguish between any general wave and th

s that hung from the mast, he expected to listen only to

cked up and adjusted the head-band with its pair of watch-case receivers. He then

slightest forewarning of the great 10 jolt that was soon

, it began to sound again. Joe's listless air vanished as the new set of

er after letter until these words were down. Then, dropping his pencil for the sending key, young Dawson transmitte

in immediate call?" came back out of

right at the pier here," Joe flashed b

swer. "Then listen hard-

o him. It was tragedy that Dawson wrote down at the dictation of this impatient operator 11 far out on the Atlantic highways. Almost in the midst of it came a feverish break-in from land

ood out on his brow. His fingers trembled. With a great effort of the will this motor boat boy steadie

s messages themselves, young Dawson chose to put off calling the other motor boat boys until he had the whole startling tale to tel

possession of some information that will make clearer to him the nature of the dramatic events that followed this sud

ers of the Motor Boat Club, served that leader in Wall Street finance, Francis Delavan, and the latter's nervous, wavering friend, Eben Moddridge. To such former readers the tale is familiar of how the Motor Boat Club boys aided materially in frustra

and Joe Dawson, fast friends and both from the same little Kennebec River village, preferring always the broad ocean, had been made the owners of the "Soudan," a fine, sea-going, fifty-five foot motor cruising yacht built 13

sent of money enough to make the two new young owners ab

lendid present believed that the two boys would ply under charter for wealthy pleasure seekers, thus making a splendid living. In summer there were the northern waters; in winter the southern waters. Thus it

ell this precious boat! Joe Dawson, quiet though he was, would have flown into a rage at

few hours after that meeting the boys had had their boat chartered for at least the month of September. Then, after receiving their orders, they proceeded south to their present loca

at was used as an electric power station, and a third building that contained a telescop

owell Seaton. After cruising down from New York, and taking possession of the bungalow, as ordered, they had remained there ten whole days, idle an

w, as Dawson's active fingers pushed the pencil through the mazes of

m, his eyes twinkling under the visor of his unifor

low but tense voice. "Just

g up the sheets of paper on which he had written, Joe Dawson leaped to

was so utterly unusual that

, darting to the door

d, but he got only as far as

se

ain essaye

n travel!" called back Joe, who

up?" demanded Tom,

l get the motor star

g indolently against

g before a fair wind,"

directed Captain Tom, with vigor. "Joe Dawson never goes off at racin

captain," grinned Hank

Joe has the sailing orders-and he can be trusted with 'em. Now-ever

wson had the hatchway of the motor room open and the twin motors had begun to move. The you

ain Tom, as he raced out onto the dock and made a plunge

ipper, throwing the canvas cover fro

oe's answer, as he threw mor

ad threw the wheel over slightly, warping the boat's gracef

utts had obeyed with a flying leap, Tom rang for half speed

ung skipper. "Put the wheel cover away. T

than two minutes, and jumped down into the motor room. J

ness is, anyway," suggested Tom Hals

l came from out of the sea, from the Black B liner, 'Constant,' add

oung skipper received the sh

ger A. B. Clodis, believed to be wealthy man from New York, discovered unconscious, perhaps dying,

Hampton

p's position at that moment," Joe co

wered?" dema

It seems that Mr. Seaton is at Beaufort, and that he hea

sheet, on which he had trans

I will arrive with surgeons and nurses. Get all his baggage and papers off with him, and take greatest care of same. Whole thing plott

) Powel

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