"Port in sight, sir," he said, saluting the Commander.
"Then we'll send 'em a Marconi."
"To whom?" asked Joe, smiling now, for was not this a triumph?
"Er—well, why not to Mr. Carl Reitberg?" gurgled Dick. "Compliments, you know; happy greetings.Just arrived to claim that money, and sorry about that fellow you sent to see us off the St. Laurence."
"Send this," said Andrew, laughing at the midshipman. "Great airship in sight of England. Making for London where all may see her. Owners present hundred thousand pounds deposited by Carl Reitberg to hospitals."
"And the ship?" demanded the Major.
"To King and Country," said Andrew promptly.