"Then they must 'a' seen that supply-ship and her fool skipper parading in to-night." "That's what. Sh-h--he's using a cipher code, and merchantmen don't use cipher codes to each other. I'll ask him what his call is." He makes the blue lights sputter again and listens. And in a few seconds almost jumps out of his chair. "We got him! He says he's the _Grand Knight_ of the China and Indian Line, but last night while I was sitting here doing nothing I raised the _Grand Knight_--she was in Formosa Strait then and bound south. But I'll give him OK, and see what he does then." Which he did, and waited another while. The _Plantagenet_ kept pumping away, calling the cipher letter over and over, Furlong said--he listening in and trying to dope things out. By and by he made up his mind she must be trying to raise some plant ashore, probably a station on the Japanese coast in touch with Togo's fleet. "If we could only get on to her cipher," says Furlong; and, after another thinking spell: "It's sure to be something made up in a hurry. And I don't believe that _Nippon_ chap's got overmuch invention. Here, look here, Cahalan. Three-quarters of all quick-made codes are one way, when it's an amateur makes 'em up in a hurry--it's mostly to push letters forward or back three or four or five or ten places. Here, get to work with this pad and pencil." I take the _Plantagenet's_ right call--P G--and slips them forward and back, and sure enough seven letters forward gives him W N, the same she'd been sending with the K K K. When I'd got that far Furlong, listening hard, said she'd got an answer and was giving her position--ten miles southeast of Hai-po Bay, which was the little place we were laying into. Furlong kept spelling out the letters as he caught them, and I kept putting them down and pushing them forward seven till it read: _Russian-battle-ship-and-three-trans-ports-are_--just that far when Bing! Furlong breaks in and begins to send--nothing particular, but everything he could think of. Every minute or so he'd let up, only to hear another operator--the K K K one--calling excitedly. "He wants to get off the rest of that message about us," said Furlong, and lets the _Plantagenet_ start another letter or two and then breaks in again. And he kept at it with never a let-up for maybe an hour, when he notices signs of weakness in our current and sends word to the flag-lieutenant, who goes below and pretty soon comes up with the admiral to the shack. "For how long can you restrain the _Plantagenet_ from sending that message?" asks the admiral. "No telling, sir," says Furlong, "but not for a great while. I've had to pump it in so fast trying to break their waves that I'm afraid I'll soon burn out our plant."