"Wonder what sort of a cipher that is," mused Jack, as he waited for an answer to his call. "Looks to me as if it"s one of those numerical ciphers where every second or third or fourth or fifth word is taken from the context and composes a message. Guess I"ll try and work it out some time. It"ll be something to do. And, hullo, he signs himself "F"."
Jack looked up at the printed pa.s.senger-list that hung before him.
"Professor F. Dusenberry" was the last of the "D"s"
"His initial," thought Jack, "but it"s a funny coincidence that it should be the same as that of the man the diamond merchant was warned to watch out for, and that it should have been the professor"s door outside of which he was struck down."
CHAPTER XXVI.
A "FLASH" OF DISTRESS.
Having dispatched the message, Jack sat back in his chair and mused over the future of the Universal Detector. It was a fascinating subject to day-dream over, but his reverie was rudely interrupted by a sharp summons from s.p.a.ce.
"Yes--yes--yes," he shot back, "who--is--it?"
"This is the _Oriana_," came back the reply, "Hamburg for New York. We are in distress."
"What"s the trouble?"
The spark crackled and writhed, as Jack"s rapid fingers spelled out the message.
"We struck a half submerged derelict and our bow is stove in. We believe we are sinking. This is an S. O. S."
Then followed the position of the craft and another earnest appeal to rush to her aid. Jack roughly figured out the distances that separated the two ships.
"Will be there in about two hours," he flashed, and then hurried to Captain Turner"s cabin with his message.
The captain scanned the message with contracted brow.
"The _Oriana_," he muttered, "I know her well. Rotten old tramp. We must have full speed ahead. Stand by your wireless, Ready, and tell them we are rushing at top speed to their aid. Confound it, though," he went on, half to himself, "this will lose us the race with the Britisher, but still if we can save the lives of those poor devils I shall be just as well satisfied."
The captain hastened to the bridge to issue his orders and change the big ship"s course. Jack went quickly back to his cabin and began flashing out messages of good cheer. About half an hour later Captain Turner came along.
"Any more news, Ready?" he asked.
"No, sir. Their current is getting weak. The last time I had them the operator said that the ship was slowly settling, but that they had the steam pumps going and would keep them working till the water reached the fires. The officers were keeping the firemen at their work with revolvers."
"I"ve been through such scenes," remarked the captain. "It"s part of a seaman"s life, but it"s an inferno while it lasts."
"Notify me if you hear anything further," said Captain Turner a few moments later.
"Yes, sir. Hullo, here"s something coming now. It"s the _Borovian_, of the Black Star line. She got that S. O. S. too, and is hurrying to the rescue. But she"s far to the south of us."
"Yes, we shall reach the _Oriana_ long before she does," said the captain. "By the way, Ready, I"ve heard that you have quite a reputation for loving adventure."
Jack colored. He did not quite make out what the captain was "driving at," as the saying is.
"I do like action, yes, sir," he replied.
"Well, then," said Captain Turner, "you"ve got a little excitement due to you for your prompt action last night in the case of the a.s.sault on that diamond merchant. If you want to go on the boats to the _Oriana_, you may do so. Get Thurman to stand by the wireless while you"re gone.
You can make the time up to him on some other occasion."
Jack"s eyes danced. He could hardly express his thanks at the opportunity for a break in the rather monotonous life on shipboard. But the captain had turned on his heel as he finished his speech and left the grateful lad alone.
Thurman was sleeping when Jack roused him. When he learned that Jack was to make one of the boat parties and that he (Thurman) was to remain on duty, the second wireless man"s temper flared up.
"That"s a fine thing, I must say," he growled. "You"re to go on a junket while I do your work. I won"t stand for it."
"Pshaw, Thurman," said Jack pacifically. "I"ll do the same for you at any time you say. Besides, I heard you say once you wouldn"t like to go in the small boats."
"Think I"m afraid, eh?"
"I said no such thing," retorted Jack, "I----"
"I don"t care, you thought it. I"ll complain to Captain Turner."
"I would not advise you to."
"Keep your advice to yourself. I"ve got pull enough to have you fired."
"This line treats its employees too fairly for any such claim as a "pull" to be advanced."
"You think so, eh? Well, I"ll show you. You"ve been acting like a swelled head all the way over, Ready," said Thurman, forgetting all bounds in his anger. "I"ll find a way to fix you----"
"Say, you talk like an angry kid who"s been put out of a ball game,"
said Jack. "I hope you get over it by the time you come on duty."
An angry snarl was Thurman"s only rejoinder as Jack left the wireless operator"s sleeping quarters. But the next instant all thought of Thurman was put out of his mind. The lookout had reported from the crow"s-nest. On the far horizon a mighty cloud of dark smoke was rising and spreading.
Before many moments had pa.s.sed it was known that fire--that greatest of sea perils--had been added to the sinking _Oriana"s_ troubles.
As the news spread through the ship the pa.s.sengers thronged to the rails. Suppressed excitement ran wild among them. Even Jack found himself unable to stay still as he thought of the lives in peril under that far-off smoke pall. All communication with the stricken ship had ceased, and Jack knew that things must have reached a crisis for her crew.
Then came an order to cast loose four boats, two on the port and two on the starboard side. Officers and men obeyed with a will. By the time they were ready to be dropped overside, the outlines of the burning steamer were plainly visible. She looked very low in the water. From her midships section smoke, in immense black clouds, was pouring.
But to Jack"s surprise no boats surrounded her, as he had expected would be the case. Instead, on her stern, an old-fashioned, high-raised one, he could make out, through his gla.s.ses, a huddled ma.s.s of human figures.
Suddenly one figure detached itself from the rest and Jack saw a pistol raised and aimed at the lower deck. Spurts of smoke from the weapon followed. Thrilled, Jack was about to report what he had seen to the bridge when the third officer, a young man named Billings, came up to him.
"You"re in my boat," he said. "Cut along."
CHAPTER XXVII.