but we must all do our best. It’s a trying time.”
“I will help all I can,” said the assistant operator loyally.
“Very good,” said the commander. “Go back to the wireless house. Tell Mr. Harper to come to me the instant he gets word from shore.”
“Yes, sir,” said the radio man, and he hurried back to his post.
Meantime Henry had been flashing abroad call after call. He had just got his station when young Belford came back. A moment more and his great question was answered. He turned from his key, his face aglow.
“The captain wants to see you the minute you’re done,” said young Belford.
Henry rose and sought the bridge. “Captain Hardwick,” he cried, “every man except the crew of the first boat is accounted for. They are all safe at the station.”
“Thank God!” cried the commander. For a moment he could not speak. Then, in husky tones, he said, “Henry, I’ve told young Belford that you are in charge of the radio. Don’t feel any hesitation about taking charge. There is now a vacancy in our radio staff. You are regularly appointed to the vacancy and detailed to act as chief.”
