"Hum," said the Dean, as he turned to his desk and took a letter from a pigeon hole. "Now I have here a line from Mr. Quinby, the manager of a big fleet of steamers plying between San Francisco and the chief ports of China. It seems that one of his vessels, the _Fearless_, needs a good wireless operator. The last one was careless and incompetent, and the line had to let him go. Mr. Quinby is an old grad of the college, and an intimate personal friend of mine. He knows the thoroughness of our scientific course"--here a note of pride crept into the Dean's voice--"and he writes to know if I can recommend one of our boys for the place. The voyage will take between two and three months, so that you can be back by the time that college opens in the Fall. The pay is good and you will have a chance to see something of the world. How would you like the position?"
How would he like it? Bert's head was in a whirl. He had always wanted to travel, but it had seemed like an "iridescent dream," to be realized, if at all, in the far distant future. Now it was suddenly made a splendid possibility. China and the islands of the sea, the lands of fruits and flowers, of lotus and palm, of minarets and pagodas, of glorious dawns and glittering noons and spangled nights! The East rose before him, with its inscrutable wisdom, its passionless repose, its heavy-lidded calm. It lured him with its potency and mystery, its witchery and beauty. Would he go!
He roused himself with an effort and saw the Dean regarding him with a quizzical smile.
"Like it," he said enthusiastically, "there's nothing in all the world I should like so well. That is," he added, "if you are sure I can do the work. You know of course that I've had no practical experience."
"Yes," said the Dean, "but I've already had a talk with your Professor of Applied Electricity, and he says that there isn't a thing about wireless telegraphy that you don't understand. He tells me that you are equally familiar with the Morse and the Continental codes, and that you are quicker to detect and remedy a defect than any boy in your class. From theory to practice will not be far, and he is confident that before your ship clears the Golden Gate you'll know every secret of its wireless equipment from A to Z. I don't mind telling you that your name was the first one that occurred to both him and myself, as soon as the matter was broached. Mr. Quinby has left the whole thing to me, so that, if you wish to go, we'll consider the matter settled, and I'll send him a wire at once."