Oh,
if his head only would clear. Call Jack! Yes, that was it. Had to tell
the old boy to go ahead--radio plant still Frank's--enemy couldn't
get any warning from that Mexican fellow--had to tell him, had to.
Clutching the table, swaying, but with lips tightly pressed together
and teeth clenched, Frank made his way to the microphone. Holding the
headpiece to his ear, he set his lips to the telephone instrument and
called:
"Jack, Jack, you there?"
"Yes, yes," came back the anxious reply. "What happened?"
"It's all right, Jack. Go ahead. I licked--him."
The headpiece fell from his grasp. Frank sank to the floor.
It was there a moment later that Roy Stone found him, fallen in a heap
across the body of the Mexican. Both were unconscious.
Stone was shaky himself. His battle with Von Arnheim had been a severe
one, and the wound in his shoulder had started bleeding again. But as
his gaze took in the situation, he turned to Tom Bodine, whose bonds
he had cut on his way through the outer cave, and said in a tone of
warmest admiration:
"Some boy."
CHAPTER XXV
DANGER AT HAND
Bob as well as Jack had heard Frank's explanation of the occurrences
at the cave, for he also wore a headpiece as he piloted the airplane.
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