whereat Mr. Parker went off by himself, to look at the place where the cliff had fallen.
Each night Tom slept with the telephone receiver to his ear, but, though it clicked many times, there was not sounded the call he had adopted for his station—"E. I."—Earthquake Island. In each appeal he sent out he had requested that if his message was picked up, that the answer be preceded by the letters "E. I."
It was on the fourth day after the completion of the wireless station, that Tom was sending out his morning calls. Mrs. Nestor came up the little hill to the shack where Tom was clicking away.
"No replies yet, I suppose?" she inquired, and there was a hopeless note in her voice.
"None yet, but they may come any minute," and Tom tried to speak cheerfully.
"I certainly hope so," added Mary's mother. "But I came up more especially now, Mr. Swift, to inquire where you had stored the rest of the food."
"The rest of the food?"
"Yes, the supply you took from the wrecked airship. We have used up nearly all that was piled in the improvised kitchen, and we'll have to draw on the reserve supply."
"The reserve," murmured Tom.
"Yes, there is only enough in the shack where
