NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE [Illustration: With her smoke trailing behind her and the guns barking in rapid succession, the Colodia raced toward the scene.] NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE OR ANSWERING THE WIRELESS CALL FOR HELP BY HALSEY DAVIDSON Author of “Navy Boys After a Submarine,” “Navy Boys Chasing a Sea Raider,” etc. NEW YORK GEORGE SULLY AND COMPANY BOOKS FOR BOYS. NAVY BOYS SERIES By Halsey Davidson 12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. NAVY BOYS AFTER A SUBMARINE Or Protecting the Giant Convoy NAVY BOYS CHASING A SEA RAIDER Or Landing a Million Dollar Prize NAVY BOYS BEHIND THE BIG GUNS Or Sinking the German U-Boats NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE Or Answering the Wireless Call for Help NAVY BOYS TO THE BIG SURRENDER Or Rounding Up the German Fleet (Other volumes in preparation) GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY PUBLISHERs--New YORK Copyright, 1919, by GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY Navy Boys to the Rescue Printed in U. S. A. NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE CONTENTS I The Friendly Grip II The Hun in His Fury III The Missing Man IV The Paper Chase V The Trickster VI Work Ahead VII On the Grey Waters VIII The Yankee Way IX “Schmardie” X The Terror of the Seas XI Action XII Wireless Whispers XIII The Super-submersible XIV The Mirage XV Combing the Sea XVI Stations XVII The Spitfire XVIII “Ghost Talk” Again XIX A Difference of Opinion XX Too Late Again XXI The Mystery Message XXII The Wireless Call for Help XXIII The Sea Pigeon in Sight XXIV The Blind Chase XXV A New Convoy NAVY BOYS TO THE RESCUE CHAPTER I--THE FRIENDLY GRIP “And yonder’s a snap-dragon; and that’s a buttercup. That is feverfew growing over there; and there’s foxglove right there in that swampy place. Those are cowslip blossoms--the English cowslip is different from ours.” “Whew!” blew Phil Morgan, unpuckering his lips and breaking off the haunting little air he had been whistling. “I wouldn’t believe you knew so much about the _flora_ of this strange land, Frenchy.” “Oi, oi! Is it Flora he’s bragging about? Then Frenchy’s got a new girl!” “Sounds to me,” mumbled Al Torrance, who lay along the flower-bestrewed bank with his hat over his eyes, “that he was discussing the fauna of the country--with his snap-dragons, and fox’s gloves, and cows slipping.” “Ignoramus that you are!” scoffed Michael Donahue, otherwise “Frenchy.” “I am talkin’ to Whistler. _He_ knows something and appreciates the profundity of me learnin’.” “Ye-as,” drawled Torrance, otherwise “Torry,” as their leader began droning away, his lips puckered again. “He knows just enough to whistle the same awful tune for an hour. What is it, anyway, Phil?” “The tune the old cow died on, I guess,” suggested Ikey Rosenmeyer.