alive"--"Roy alive" it kept saying and sometimes "don't worry."

I didn't see how any fellow could manage a smudge and send it so fast
and keep his spaces. The last word before it stopped was SAFE, or
that's what it was meant to be, only the short flash for E didn't
come. The fellows all began shouting when there wasn't any more, and I
heard Pee-wee shout downstairs, "Aren't you going to put the name of the
boat?"

"Do you want him to crack the sky open?" I heard a fellow say, and they
all laughed.

But I remembered how that last E didn't come and I started down the
ladder for all I was worth. I scrambled around the narrow part of the
deck to the window and called, but nobody answered. The smoke was
coming out thick.

"Wig," I said, "are you there? Are you all right? Artie, where are you?"

I had to turn away my face on account of the smoke. I pulled off my
scout scarf and tied it over my mouth, so that it covered my ears too.
Then I looked in and down low, because I knew that the smoke wouldn't be
so thick near the floor. And I saw Wig Weigand lying there right under
the stove pipe and his hand was reaching up holding the damper, and his
hand was all white like and his eyes were wide open and staring. Then I
shouted for all I was worth.

"Doc! Come down--hurry! Send Doc Carson down, Wig Weigand is dead--he's
suffocated."