liked. He bent, turning not the tuner but the intensifier so that the same voice spoke but ceased to roar.
For a few seconds, Ellen lost it in the chatter below; then the young man looked at Slengel, who called out, "Be quiet, please, everybody; something's coming in!"
And for a moment, everybody obliged; those who weren't obedient were curious, sober or drunk. They could see the intentness of the dark-haired young man at the radio and wanted to know what it was all about.
"This is from the shore near the village of Brebeuf opposite the sunken wreck," spoke the radio; and the young man straightened and his quiet voice thrilled:
"It's the relay!" he said. "The relay the radio people had arranged all day, if they saw a ship making a try to get those men from the wreck. They've been watching with the relay ready to hook in, if something started. We're hearing from the shore!"
Ellen clung to the rail and Lew grabbed at her arm. "Come back here," he demanded. "Come here."
She looked at him. "It's an ore-vessel, they said; an ore-vessel that's come up," she whispered to him.
"What?" mouthed Lew. "What d'you say?"
"Father'd never pass them, never, never," she cried. "The radio is speaking from the shore of Superior, Lew—Lew Alban," she said to him. "They had a relay arranged, waiting for a ship to make a try for the men; and they see a ship doing it. She's an ore-carrier that's come up, in ballast, from the Soo!"
Lew kept his hands from her; he appreciated that much. "What you say about father?" he asked her, thickly. "You want t' listen to that," said Lew. "All right; listen
