"I haven't time to explain about that blow," said Jack, "but at the
moment it was necessary. Matters have changed since then. It was
nothing personal."
"Very well," said Muller, his grumpiness beginning to disappear
beneath the charm of Jack's manner. "Say no more. Now what is it you
want? Perhaps I can help you."
"We want to use the radio," said Jack, noting Bob's growing impatience
at their delay.
"What station do you want to call?"
"The Hampton ranch," interrupted Bob, who decided it was time to bring
this conversation to an end. He was in a hurry to talk with his
father.
"Are you calling Rollins?"
This reminder of the erstwhile traitor at the Hampton ranch brought
both boys to a realization that Muller was familiar with the manner of
calling their station, as undoubtedly he had handled or conducted
radio conversations with Rollins in the past.
"No, not Rollins," said Bob, shortly. It was all right for Jack to
shake hands with Muller if he wanted to. Jack and Muller had been
active opponents, and such an act was only sportsmanlike under the
circumstances. But Bob disliked the young German on sight. "Just let
me at the phone," he said, "and turn on the juice."
"Very well."
Muller turned stiffly and entered the power plant adjacent, while Bob
in a fever adjusted the headpiece.
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