"That squall I rode in on was some whizzer! "The Dolphin," he went on, calmly divesting himself of his soaked uniform, "was on her way to Melbourne.

I'd been yearning for a joy ride and went up for an alleged scouting trip.

Then that blow shot out of nowhere, picked me up, and insisted that I go with it.
"About an hour ago I thought I saw a chance to zoom up and out of it, I turned, and _blick_ went my right wing, and down I dropped." "I don't know how we can notify your ship, Lieutenant O'Keefe," I said.

"We have no wireless." "Doctair Goodwin," said Da Costa, "we could change our course, sair--perhaps--" "Thanks--but not a bit of it," broke in O'Keefe.

"Lord alone knows where the Dolphin is now.