In a moment they
were beyond earshot.
Trembling with rage at this evidence of treachery on the part of
Rollins, Jack rose to his feet. He intended to stalk the two
conspirators. Then a new idea occurred to him. What were they doing at
the radio plant? Perhaps, for reasons of their own, they had damaged
it or put it out of commission. He decided to investigate.
Rollins and Remedios were now out of sight toward the front of the
ranch house. Perhaps Rollins would have the audacity to take the other
into his room, which opened like the other rooms directly upon the
porch or gallery. If so, Jack could surprise them later. First, he
would investigate at the radio plant.
Walking swiftly, he approached the door of the power house. An
electric light shone within. The guard, Tom, jumped up from a chair
where he had been sitting, reading, at the sound of Jack's hurried
footsteps. His hand reached for the ready revolver at his side, but
was withdrawn at sight of his visitor.
"Oh, it's you, Jack," he said, addressing him familiarly, for a warm
friendship had sprung up between the two. "I thought it might be a
Greaser."
"Tom," said Jack, without any preliminaries, and showing his
excitement in his voice and manner, "what was Mr.
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