meaning.

"I must get a picture of that, too," observed Russ, as he came up behind
Paul, Ruth and Alice. "May I?" he asked of the captain, who, at that
moment came to give an order.

"Yes," nodded the commander. And while the vivid blue spark shot from the
revolving wheel to the connection, where it was made and interrupted as
the operator pressed the key, or allowed it to spring up, Russ made a
short film. The young man who was sending a message looked up as he
finished and smiled at the group observing him.

"I got that smile, too," Russ informed him.

"Did you get any reply?" asked Captain Falcon, as the operator removed
the receivers in order to hear the commander's question.

"The _Bell_, of the Downing Line, is within fifty miles of us," the
operator replied. "She can come up when we need her."

"I don't think we shall," the captain said. "But kindly ask her to stand
by during the night."

"Then the fire isn't altogether under control?" asked Paul.

"Not as much so as I would like to see it," answered the commander,
frankly. "But we are keeping at it."

He wrote out the message he wished sent to the _Bell_, and then the
little audience gathered again at the door of the wireless room to watch