The sub chaser acknowledged the order and switched off. Once more Willie began to comb the air for messages that might have some bearing on the situation. Some ships might be sending a message that would help the Chief. Suddenly Willie’s pulse quickened. A signal that he knew as well as he knew his own was sounding through the air. “WNA—WNA—WNA de KWC—KWC—KWC.” It was a call for his old friend, Roy. And the sender of the message was his new friend, Reynolds. The _Morro Castle_ was nearing port. The _Lycoming_ could not be far behind her. Intently Willie listened to see if Roy caught the call. A moment there was silence. Then, clear as a bell, came the well-known signaling of his chum. “KWC—KWC—KWC de WNA—I—I—I.” (“Steamer _Lycoming_ answering steamer _Morro Castle_. All right. Go ahead.”) “_Morro Castle_ now off Sandy Hook,” said the answering message. “Whole fleet sailing craft near Ambrose channel with no lights. Great danger collision. Must be rum fleet. _Morro Castle_ proceeding at half speed. Tell Captain Lansford.” Sharp and clear came the _Morro Castle’s_ signals. Equally clear, though not so loud, was Roy’s reply. Evidently he was a good many miles behind the _Morro Castle_. The moment Roy finished acknowledging the message, Willie cut loose with a sharp call. “KWC—KWC—KWC de CBM—CBM—CBM.” Promptly came the response. “CBM—CBM—CBM de KWC. Surprised to hear you at this hour. Working overtime?” “Yes, but not at the Custom-house,” flashed back Willie. “Am with the customs fleet. We’re looking for rum runners. Heard you tell Roy about the rum fleet off Ambrose lightship. They arrived this afternoon. If you see any power boats, let us know which way they’re headed. Am aboard the _Surveyor_. Her call is NQU.” “Will ask the watch to keep sharp lookout. Will let you know if we see any. What’s new?” “Nothing but the rum fleet,” flashed back Willie. “Wish you’d tell Roy you have been talking to me. Ask him to keep watch for rum runners. How far back of you is the _Lycoming_?” “About six hours. Will call her. Good-bye.” “Good-bye. I’ll be listening in.” Willie laid down his head ’phone and sought his Chief, who was snuggled down in the cockpit, wrapped in a blanket. “Just been talking to the _Morro Castle_,” said Willie. “You know the operator. He came to see you about me. The _Morro Castle’s_ just off the Hook now. He says there’s a whole fleet of sailing ships there running without lights. The _Morro Castle’s_ proceeding at half speed. Mr. Reynolds was just warning Roy, on the _Lycoming_. I got him and asked him to look out for rum runners. He’ll let us know if he spots any.” “Good for you, Willie. You always seem to do the right thing at the right time. Maybe your message may be of great help to us.” “I hope so,” replied Willie, as he went back to the wireless.