"I don't believe so," was Mr. Parker's reply, and he actually seemed to derive pleasure from his gloomy prophecy.
"It's lucky you understand wireless telegraphy, Tom Swift," said Mr. Nestor admiringly, and the others joined in praising the young inventor, until, blushing, he hurried off to make some adjustments to his apparatus.
"Can you compute our longitude and latitude, Captain Mentor," asked the millionaire yacht owner.
"I think so," was the reply. "Not very accurately, of course, for all my papers and instruments went down in the Resolute. But near enough for the purpose, I fancy. I'll get right to work at it, and let Mr. Swift have it."
"I wish you would. The sooner we begin calling for help the better. I never expected to be in such a predicament as this, but it is wonderful how that young fellow worked out his plan of rescue. I hope he succeeds."
It took some little time for the commander to figure their position, and then it was only approximate. But at length he handed Tom a piece of paper with the latitude and longitude written on it.
In the meanwhile, the young inventor had been connecting up his apparatus. The wires were
