Part 2 (1/2)
”Maskee,” Peter replied, meaning, broadly speaking, none of your business.
Lo Ong unbolted the door, to hint that the interview was concluded.
”You keep away--ai?” he repeated anxiously. Moore grinned in his peculiarly disingenuous way, swung open the black door, and a long, gray arm of the fog groped its way past Lo Ong's countenance.
CHAPTER III
The junior operator toyed with the heavy transmitting key while Peter Moore, who knew the behavior of his apparatus as he would know the caprices of an old friend, adjusted helix-plugs, started the motor-generator, and satisfied the steel-eyed radio inspector that his wave decrement was exactly what it ought to be.
Then the inspector grunted suspiciously and wanted to know if the auxiliary batteries were properly charged. With a faint smile, Moore hooked up the auxiliary apparatus, tapped the key, and a crinkly blue spark snapped between the bra.s.s points above the fat rubber coil.
”I reckon she'll do,” observed the inspector. ”Aerial don't leak, does it?”
”No,” said Peter.
The government man took a final look at the glittering instruments, and departed. Wherewith the junior operator swung half around in the swivel-chair and exposed to Peter an expression of mild imploration.
Two gray lids over cavernous sockets lifted and lowered upon s.h.i.+ning black eyes, one of which seemed to lack focus. Peter recalled then that the Chief had said something about a second operator having only one human eye, the other being gla.s.s.
”This is your first trip?”
The sallow face was inclined, and the pallid lips moved dryly.
”I just came from the school. I'm pretty green. You see----”
”I see. We'd better let me take the first trick. I'll sit in till midnight. After that there's very little doing. You may have to relay a position report or so. Be sure and don't work on navy time. The Chief will watch you closely for long-distance. The farther you work, the better he'll like it. How's the air? Have you listened in?”
”Do you mean--static? I heard a little. Seemed pretty far away, though.”
Peter adjusted the nickeled straps about his head and pressed the rubber disks tight to his ears. He tilted his head slightly. A distant but harsh rasping, as of countless needle-points grating on gla.s.s, occurred in the head phones. This was caused by charges of electricity in the air, known to wireless men as ”static.” Percolating through the scratching was a clear, bell-like note. The San Pedro station was having something to say to a destroyer off the coast.
With delicate fingers Peter raised the tuning-k.n.o.b a few points. Dale, the junior operator, hands clutched behind him, stared with the fearful adoration of an apprentice. He seemed to be making a mental notation of every move that Peter made, for future reference.
”Ah--do you mind if I ask a few questions? You see, I'm kind of green.”
”Go ahead!” Peter said cordially.
”Where do I eat? With the crew? I hear that lots of these s.h.i.+ps make you eat with the crew.”
”No. In the main dining-saloon. Mr. Blanchard, the purser, will take care of you. See him at six thirty.”
A deep monstrous shudder, arising to a clamor, half roar, half shriek, issued from the boilers of the _Vandalia_.
”It's rather interesting to watch us pull out,” said Peter when the noise had ceased. ”But be careful. There's no rail around this deck.”
He was on his hands and knees at the motor-generator with a pad of sandpaper between his fingers when the tremulous voice of the junior operator sounded in the doorway. ”Mr. Moore, there's some excitement on the dock.”
Peter followed the narrow shoulders to the starboard side and looked down. The _Vandalia_ was warping out from the pierhead with a sobbing tug at her stern. He noted that the head-lines were still fast. A straggling line of pa.s.sengers' friends, wives, husbands, and sweethearts was moving slowly toward the end of the pier, for a final parting wave.
Something seemed to be wrong at the sh.o.r.e end of the gangplank, for, despite the fact that the s.h.i.+p was swinging out, the plank was still up. In the midst of an excited crowd a taxicab purred and smoked.