"034 (B014) - The Fantastic Island (1935-12) - Ryerson Johnson" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robeson Kenneth)

Ham joined them and listened to the signal pulsations coming from the loudspeaker. He said, "The beat frequency is sounding just as it should. We are certainly not off the course as broadcast to us from the government radio beacon in the Canal Zone."



"We're right in the beam, all right," Monk grunted. "The A wave is jammed with the N waves so you don't hear any dots -- just a blur of dashes. We can't be off our course, but we must be."



"Impossible!" snapped Ham. "Our goniometer, with its new type amplifier developed by Doc Savage himself, insures that the direction finder couldn't go wrong. And the United States government station is transmitting the beam to us."





THE word exchange had the rather unexpected effect of throwing Monk into what looked like a very violent rage.



"You tellin' me, you courtroom fop?" Monk growled belligerently at Ham.



"Don't get tough with me, you missing link," Ham snapped. "I'll make shark bait out of you!"



Monk pushed back from the radio apparatus and squared off threateningly before Ham.



"Who says I'm wrong?" he demanded in a voice no longer mouselike.



"I did, you ape," Ham snapped.



"You're a liar besides bein' a shyster lawyer," Monk bellowed. "I'm right, and you know darned well that I'm right!"



Pat said dryly, "I wonder if you know what you're quarreling over."



The two men pretended not to hear. Ham and Monk seemed always on the point of taking each other apart violently. The mildest word from one was likely to set the other off in a rage; but it was only on rare occasions that their enmity extended beyond the talking stage.