The purser consulted his card and then talked to the waiter, who presently returned with a huge tray full of curious foods. He brought rice with cooked tomatoes and meat and spice in it, called pilau; and meat rolled into a hollow cylinder and filled with unnamable but delectable vegetables and savory spices and raisins; and cucumbers, hollowed out and stuffed, then baked; and curious forms of bread; and pastries; and dishes composed of baked fruits with raisins; and other strange delicacies, so that the little table was filled to overflowing. But the party did not object to that. Each was hungry by this time and they attacked the food vigorously. After a single mouthful they needed no urging. “Yum! Yum!” said Roy, sampling the stuffed meat roll. “This sure is great!” Then he fell to with a will. The purser smiled with pleasure. For a few moments there was little conversation among the three. They were too busy to talk. When they had ended, the platters were bare. Turkish coffee was served in tiny cups. When they were entirely through with their meal, the purser paid the bill, and the three went out. Every eye followed them. Willie was the last one out of the door. He paused a moment in the hallway. And in that moment he heard a perfect babel of voices within the restaurant. Apparently every man in the place was talking at full speed. “They’re discussing us,” thought Willie. Then he followed his companions down-stairs. It took the party but a few minutes to get back to the Lycoming. As they climbed up to the wireless cabin, they met a young man coming down. He wore the uniform of a wireless operator. “Hello, Reynolds,” cried Roy, springing forward and holding out his hand to the visitor. “I’m mighty glad to see you. Can’t you come back and stay a while?” “Sure,” said the visitor. “That’s what I came for. I had a little time off and thought I’d come over for a chat.” The purser stepped forward and shook hands warmly with the visitor. Then Roy presented Willie. “Mr. Reynolds,” he said, “I am glad to make you acquainted with my old friend, Willie Brown. Willie belongs to the Wireless Patrol you have heard me tell about. He’s a fine wireless man, so we have much in common.” Then turning to Willie, Roy continued, “Willie, Mr. Reynolds is the wireless man on the Ward liner _Morro Castle_. We got acquainted down in Galveston, and we’ve become pretty good friends. You see our boats run up and down the coast. Usually we are within talking distance of each other, and when our work is out of the way, we often chat at long range. We keep each other posted as to what is happening along the route.”