At a table, on which was spread out the wireless apparatus, was a
uniformed figure. A helmet lay on the floor and the man's head was
bowed in his arms. He was asleep. A lantern hung on the wall toward
the canal side and cast a dim flicker over the cramped interior of
the place. Stretching himself up on tiptoe, Jack surveyed the room,
but noted not another person in sight.
Quick as a flash the lad withdrew from the window. His plan of action
now was clear. He must get control of that wireless key and flash a
message to the United States fleet in the North Sea!
Stealthily he began to circle the stone structure. Momentarily he
expected to hear the challenge of a sentry; but he was not molested.
In a few moments his foot touched a large flat stone step before a
half closed doorway through which the light of the lantern cast its
flickering rays. Jack looked about him for a weapon of some kind
and noted a long piece of two-by-four that apparently had been used
to prop open the door of the wireless station.
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