skip across and across, but you see the mast for a few seconds; and you see five specks on it—the men!
"It is plain from the height out of the water that the ore-carrier is empty and probably has been pumping out her ballast, as she came up, to be ready for this. She is long and big but very light. She has been recognized. 'The ships are exchanging wireless signals which are read here. The ship standing in is the ore-carrier Blenmora of Duluth, which passed the Soo northward bound this morning."
The voice rested and there roared in the loud speaker the surf of Lake Superior.
Ellen was below, before the diaphragm resounding with the thunder of waters a thousand miles away whereon, light and high with its ballast pumped out, rode her father's ship, standing in, far in, toward the mast.
Lew had followed her; Lew was near her but she did not know exactly where. He was not touching her. "We're going to hear this," announced Lew, with thick authority, "we're going to hear this all."
His command was not necessary; the room was listening. Not everyone yet understood what the voice in the radio told but its tone could not be mistaken.
"The Blenmora is coming in slowly. The moon is clear again and the Donagon keeps its searchlight on the Blenmora and the waters directly ahead. She is in very heavy seas and, being light, she rolls; water is flying over her. . . . On the mast, as some of you know, there is a man who had been seen all day beating at his comrades to keep them active and alive. As you look at him in the glass, he seems to move; but you can't be sure; it may be
