out at sea, or by some station operator who could send help.
But there came no answering clicks to the "E. I." station—to Earthquake Island—and, after a little longer working of the key, Tom shut down the dynamo, and joined the group on the beach.
"I tell you it's our only chance," Mr. Jenks was saying. "I must get off this island, and that's the only way we can do it. I have large interests at stake. If we wait for a reply to this wireless message we may all be killed, though I appreciate that Mr Swift is doing his best to aid us. But it is hopeless!"
"What do you think about it, Tom?" asked Mr. Damon, turning to the young inventor.
"Think about what?"
"Why Mr. Jenks has just proposed that we build a big raft, and launch it. He thinks we should leave the island."
"It might be a good idea," agreed the lad, as he thought of the scant food supply. Of course, I can't say when a reply will be received to my calls for aid, and it is best to be prepared."
"Especially as the island may sink any minute," added Mr. Parker. "If it does, even a raft will be little good, as it may be swamped in the vortex. I think it would be a good plan to make one, then anchor it some distance out from the island.
