On the Yukon Trail / Radio-Phone Boys Series, #2

ought forth his instruments and

ing lived in out-of-the-way places, he had learned no

t, "that you can hear folks talk with just that ou

les or a thousand if you like. Almost

t. It was evident that he found the thing hard to believe and that at the sam

something brand new. I think

loud-speaker. After that he tuned in on the 750 meter wave length and spoke a few w

g quite so much as a flock of crows fighting over a

kled. At the end of th

up, why

ned, but di

ed Joe, making a move to take a hand in the bus

saying something mighty important. That's why I don't change it. I

e, Joe listened to the str

cting the tube from the loud-speaker, Curlie tuned in on 350 and, a moment later, they

that that thing is a pho

ver five hundred miles of space, perhaps a thousand;

miner wa

uced the strange jumble of sounds, Curlie slipped it upo

he said to Joe, as he

e came first a grating sound, then in a

nterrupted an important U. S. army order. Seemed nearer. Appears to be moving towa

o you think of tha

one over on our old friend up north ther

so much mental mince pie. But this little instrument here straightens them out for the person at the other end and gives them to him just as they have been spoken. I feel sure that the m

the same way. You have that small, reserve sending and receiving set o

elief that if you keep your little radiophone dry and tu

come and on this very trip, the two boys might not have laughed quite so merrily as Curl

eeling the cozy warmth of the fire, stretched himself out

gossip which drifted in from the air, "you listen with this." He snapped a receiver over the mi

, the Whisperer. At last, having given that up, he tuned in

adjusted his coil aerial, he succeeded in

ed to himself. "Shouldn't

le jewels, taken from rich families in Russia, into America by way of Alaska. These smugglers had escaped detection for some time by traveling in native skin-boats across Behring Straits. In some way, Curlie could hardly make out how, the great explorer

y can help an explorer reach the Pole," Curlie t

ith a powerful sending set had cut loose into the air with his sparker.

d excitedly, "that's the fellow

excitement on his face, such a look as comes upon the hunter as he sights a moose not a hundred yards away. Curlie was a

ow where you are, at least. You're moving. I wonder if we'll meet and when. I know what

ooked as if his journey would be shorter than he had at first believed it would be. You never could tell, though. He tho

d told him to turn in. Having undressed, he slipped on a suit o