I overheard
some things that Morales and Von Arnheim couldn't hear, especially
when you used the radio to call your father. Anyhow, I thought it was
your father. Mostly you spoke in code, but I heard you call him 'Dad'
a couple of times."
The three chums looked at each other, nonplussed. Stone laughed.
"Until I made out who you were," he said, "I thought you were some
wild-eyed kids looking for adventure an' comin' to the right place to
find it. But once I got a suspicion, it was easy to figure out the
rest. You see, I knew about your owning the airplane that Von Arnheim
stole, an' about your radio stations. When you started the generator
that showed me you knew something about radio, an' that was another
clue.
"So I just put two an' two together. Anyhow, it finally came to me who
you were. Am I right?"
"Yes," said Jack, taking the initiative as Stone concluded, "you are
correct. It is my father who is held prisoner by the Mexicans, and
these are my chums."
Jack regarded the other searchingly.
"We're in trouble," he said, simply, "and we need help that you could
give us. How closely are you tied up with the rebels? You're an
American and we are Americans. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Yes, kid, it does," said Stone.
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