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M.S. Dolphin about four hours ago," he said. "That squall I rode in
on was some whizzer!
"The Dolphin," he went on, calmly divesting himself of his soaked
uniform, "was on her way to Melbourne. I'd been yearning for a joy
ride and went up for an alleged scouting trip. Then that blow shot out
of nowhere, picked me up, and insisted that I go with it.
"About an hour ago I thought I saw a chance to zoom up and out of it,
I turned, and _blick_ went my right wing, and down I dropped."
"I don't know how we can notify your ship, Lieutenant O'Keefe," I
said. "We have no wireless."
"Doctair Goodwin," said Da Costa, "we could change our course,
sair--perhaps--"
"Thanks--but not a bit of it," broke in O'Keefe. "Lord alone knows
where the Dolphin is now. Fancy she'll be nosing around looking for
me. Anyway, she's just as apt to run into you as you into her. Maybe
we'll strike something with a wireless, and I'll trouble you to put me
aboard." He hesitated. "Where are you bound, by the way?" he asked.


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