Stand By

meat and meal, which had been lugged over the hill road to help feed the stricken families that had lost everything. Another group had already started for

er, giving a disdainful kick against some crates and a pile of metal

ight break something!" protest

brought meat and blankets 'stead of that t

possums-give 'em a little music, perhaps," broke

f muddy waters. It was an appalling disaster. A cloudburst up in the hills had flooded a whole valley. Trees, houses, dead animals rode the current in a proc

the relief work, and the equipment of homemade

valley, no telegraph or telephone connections. Starvation, sickness from exposure, any of a hundred o

packing his crates and sackcloth bundles in a tiny cabin on the edge of the flood. Here was

boat 'stead o' tinkering!" was a jeer

hrust of chin, Renaud settled back to work. Jeer

ceiving circuit on to it. He had lugged down, also, his two crude little portables for field radio use, but they were too un

d was flinging into shape. Batteries, induction coils, couplers, transformers seemed to fairly spring into place. In his haste, Lee appeared to be rushing the work with

he was, could on

's the hammer, the chisel?" Like one dement

s hitched onto the little old-fashioned Marconi

spark began to sputter. Adjus

cows come home!" muttered Lee between set teeth. "That's the neare

rgent" call sped over watery waste

elegraphic tapping and switched over to

you, brother? New station, eh? Glad you're on th

with a vicious jab. "We've got to have action, not gab!" Then with stead

gab out of him, and held him keyed for business. "Shoot! Wh

nder. "RL Amateur Station calling. Sargon River district flooded. Need immediate help. Cut

the whole state of Alabama, sending word of the dire need. Mobile, A

you, Flood Station RL. On the way with supplies, tents, doctors, couple more radios and relief operators. Army Post

is old Marconi sparking-taking innumerable

il till he was halfway between Sargon and King's Cove. From here he relayed the flood reports from Lee on to Jimmy Bobb at the Cove. T

the day, for the night hours brought a new and worse disaster. A great power dam, fifty miles up the Sargon, broke