Phil Morgan and George Belding had time to think of the _Redbird_ and her precious freight once more. It was little satisfaction for either to know that Sparks and his assistants were on the lookout for messages from the sailing ship. Nothing came up that night to give the anxious boys any satisfaction. Sparks reported nothing in the morning. But as the hour drew near when the mysterious messages usually came over, both Belding and Whistler Morgan hung about the door of the radio room. The radio chief knew just how anxious they were and he did not scold them. Soon after dinner he sent George to the bench to try to pick up the uncertain sounds that he believed came from the _Redbird’s_ wireless. George could only get a letter now and then. The sending--if it was it--was weaker than before. In desperation the youth began to send himself: “I,I,I, (aye,aye,aye) Colodia!” He repeated this over and over again. An hour passed before he got what seemed to be a direct answer. Then: “Colodia! Help! Redbird!” Belding fairly shouted aloud in his excitement. But when he turned to see Mr. Sparks and the others at the door watching him, he subsided and began to send calmly: “Give position! Give position! Redbird, give position!” This went on for some time, and then he caught the grating and uncertain sound of what he was confident was his sister’s sending. He tuned his instrument up and down the scale before getting the best adjustment. Out of the air he finally received letters which he wrote down falteringly and passed to Mr. Sparks and Whistler. While the message was being repeated the radio man and Phil Morgan made out the following paragraph: “Ship Redbird for Bahia seized by German mutineers. Position, lat. 17, long. 59. Help!--L. Belding.” “It’s Lilian, all right! Hurray!” exclaimed Whistler, and Belding heard him. The latter was now repeating, again and again, the announcement that the _Colodia_ heard the message and was coming. Sparks hurried away to seek Commander Lang with the news. The position of the sailing ship was within easy reach of the destroyer. But the messages stopped suddenly. Not another word came from the _Redbird_. Belding came away from the instrument at last, feeling anything but hopeful. “Something’s happened to her,” he whispered to Morgan. “I fear Lilian has got into trouble by her work at the _Redbird’s_ wireless. What do you think, Phil?” “I am not going to lose hope. We will find the ship and rescue our folks from the mutineers. Don’t doubt it, George!” It was difficult to keep up their courage, however, when there was so much uncertainty regarding the sailing ship’s condition. It might be, too, that the latitude and longitude was several points off. A full degree is sixty miles, and sixty miles is a long way across the ocean!