I'll tune to it."
Frank hastily shuffled through a pile of talking machine records.
Finding the one he sought, he put it on the machine which stood
directly in front of a big condensing horn strapped to the back of a
chair to give it the proper height. A moment or two later, Jack's
voice in the receivers declared:
"All right. Shut her off now. I'm fixed fine."
"Say, Jack, think of talking 2,000 miles like this," said Bob.
"Oh, we've been working some days out here," answered Jack. "But we
couldn't get you."
"No," cut in Frank. "The static interfered, I guess. But it lifted
today."
"How are things going, Jack?" Bob inquired next.
Jack's voice became excited. "Going?" he answered. "Fellows, I never
knew what excitement was until this last week."
"What do you mean?" demanded both boys together.
"Oh, I couldn't tell you now," laughed Jack. "It would take all day
and then some to tell you all that's happening around here. But, let
me tell you, between Dad's business opponents and a gang of Mexican
bandits that appeared on the scene lately, things are getting pretty
lively. Say, when are you coming? Now's the time if ever----"
Suddenly, Jack's voice ceased abruptly, to be succeeded a moment later
by his agonized cry for "Help.
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