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“Yes; we had to get a tug to tow his boat into Cape May Harbor after we had picked it up.”

After they had listened in silence for a few moments Roy said, “That’s the New York Marconi Station,” as another powerful wireless voice spoke out. “Isn’t that operator a peach? He can send like a streak. Just listen to him.”

Now they heard ships at sea, first one and then another. The Mallory liner Lampasas, somewhere off the Atlantic Coast, was sending out messages for passengers. Nearer at hand, another coastwise steamer, the Cherokee, of the Clyde Line, was calling her New York office. From far out on the ocean came other voices. The White Star liner Majestic, largest vessel afloat, was relaying commercial messages received from ships far behind her on the highway from Europe to America. The Cunarder Berengaria was informing its New York office about some repairs made to its bow plates after a slight collision off the English coast. The Kroonland was shrieking out a call for the City of Paris, but getting no reply. Very, very faintly sounded in their receivers a whispering message from the Atlantic Transport steamer Minnetonka.