Bert Wilson, Wireless Operator

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Duffield J. W.. Bert Wilson, Wireless Operator

CHAPTER I. Running Amuck

CHAPTER II. An Unexpected Meeting

CHAPTER III. A Startling Message

CHAPTER IV. The Flaming Ship

CHAPTER V. An Island Paradise

CHAPTER VI. The “Gray Ghost”

CHAPTER VII. A Swim for Life

CHAPTER VIII. The Captured Shark

CHAPTER IX. In the Heart of the Typhoon

CHAPTER X. The Derelict

CHAPTER XI. The Tiger at Bay

CHAPTER XII. Among the Cannibals

CHAPTER XIII. The Hunting Wolves

CHAPTER XIV. The Land of Surprises

CHAPTER XV. The Dragon’s Claws

CHAPTER XVI. The Pirate Attack

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Like everything else about the ship, these were trim and comfortable, and the boys were delighted to find that they had been assigned adjoining rooms. By the time they had washed and changed their clothes, it was time for supper, and to this they did ample justice. They were valiant trenchermen, and even the narrow escape of the afternoon had not robbed them of their appetites.

“You’d better eat while you can, fellows,” laughed Bert. “We sail to-morrow, and twenty-four hours from now, you may be thinking so little of food that you’ll be giving it all to the fishes.”

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“What’s the limit, anyway, Bert?” asked Tom. “How far have they been able to send under the very best conditions?”

“I don’t believe there is any real limit,” answered Bert. “I haven’t any doubt that, before many years, they’ll be able to talk half way round the world. Puck, you know, in the ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ boasted that he would ‘put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes.’ Well, the wireless will go him one better, and go round in less than forty seconds. Why, only the other day at Washington, when the weather conditions were just right, the officials there heard two stations talking to each other, off the coast of Chili, six or seven thousand miles away. Of course, ships will never talk at that distance, because they can’t get a high enough mast or tower to overcome the curvature of the earth. But from land stations it is only a question of getting a high enough tower. They can talk easily now from Berlin to Sayville, Long Island, four thousand miles, by means of towers seven or eight hundred feet high. The Eiffel Tower at Paris, because still higher, has a longer range. It isn’t so very long ago that they were glad enough to talk across a little creek or canal, a few feet wide. Then they tried an island, three or four miles away, then another, fourteen miles from the mainland. By the time they had done that, they knew that they had the right principle, and that it was only a matter of time before they’d bind the ends of the earth together. It started as a creeping infant; now, it’s a giant, going round the world in its seven league boots.”

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