Had Harriet
Burrell understood a little more of telegraphy she would have known,
though unable to read the dots and dashes, that the operator was
calling some one who did not answer. After a long time he apparently
gave it up, for the sparking at the masthead ceased suddenly, followed
by a brief period of silence on board, then the creaking of block and
tackle was renewed. This was followed by a subdued thumping and
rattling about on deck, this lasting only a few moments. The "riding
light"--a light hung from the stern of the boat--was hung out, a dim
light appeared in the cabin, which after a time was extinguished, then
silence settled over the sloop for the night.
"That is all for to-night, I think," said Harriet aloud, but in a low
voice. "I do not know what it is all about, Tommy, but I do know that
something queer is going on here. Do you think you and I will be able
to solve the mystery?"
"I think tho. Don't you?"
"I do. This makes two mysteries for us to solve, one the finding of
that mysterious box and the other the mystery of the wireless on the
'Sister Sue.' I would suggest that you don't say a word about it to
any one to-morrow. Don't ask any questions, either--leave that to
me--but keep your eyes open while you are on board.
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