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 “Sure. We can ask Sparks to give ’em a call.”

“I’ll do it,” said Henry, and he skipped down to the wireless shack. He never overlooked any opportunity to see the wireless man work his key.

At Henry’s request, the wireless man gladly agreed to call the Viking. He threw over his switch and pressed the key, and Henry sat fascinated as he saw the bright flashes leap and crackle with the pressure of the key.

“WXY—WXY—WXY—de—NTE,” called the operator.

Promptly came the response, “NTE—NTE—NTE—de—WXY—K.”

“Can you see anything of the Iroquois?” asked Mr. Sharp. “We see a big freighter off our starboard bow, but don’t know if she is the Viking. Please give us your bearing on Iroquois. Will stand by for reply.”

Presently came an answer. “Can see you plainly. Bearing is south three-quarters east. You are only four or five miles distant.”

“That’s the Viking over there, without question,” said the wireless man as he shut off his power. “Her bearing from us is exactly the opposite of our bearing from her. That would make it north three-quarters west. Take a look at the chart and you will see how it is.”

Henry ran to the chart-room and laid a ruler