“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
The man on the Hohenlohe stopped sending and Micky threw him a "Thanks. Good night," but he felt no thanks. On the contrary a great and horrible fear stole over him and turned his forehead cold. So the game was up! There would be no lapse of time in which to devise a way of escape for the man who sat there so helplessly, clinging to him like a child without a mother.
“I ’ve got to deliver it!” muttered Micky. “I ’ve got to deliver it, and when I do the jig will be up!”
He looked stupidly at Cloud. Could this be the end? Had he hauled him back for this? Saved his life to have it snatched away again?
“What is it?” asked the other. “Anything important?”
“So—so," answered Micky. “The Cunard Company have ordered the Captain to search the ship for you,—and I ’ve got to deliver the message to-morrow morning.”
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