Voice from the Cave

THE

y lost all zest for supper. Too weary for conversation, they to

s," Mr. Parker sighed. "What a m

ettled," Penny said hopefully. "After all,

trouble finding the specified camp ground. It was impossible to drive a car into the cleared space, so

nt stakes and could not find it without a lengthy search. As he fi

of this!" he muttered irritabl

et the tent up again, we'll be all right. Here,

Parker temporarily abandoned the idea of putting up the

blankets," Mr. Parker commented, s

ones for each bed. "I didn't suppose it could get

nt lonesome, soon joined him there. She switched on the car radio, tuning in an orchestra. Presently it went off

enny!" exclai

g at the luminous dial. "It sounds like a short wa

a resonant, baritone voice. Not a word of the broadcast coul

ation I heard yesterday!" Penny br

e to kno

uld question him, the strange jargon ceased. The deep baritone voice concluded in plain, slightly acce

tion," Penny declared, p

itch. "It was an outlaw station," he said quietl

you learn

of modern radio-detecting devices. The enemy agent who operates this station is a particular

nt a moment an

te a bit about this m

case. If the police catch the fellow

ation thought to

fellow obviously has a po

e general loc

as he knocked as

may be somewhere near here. Sunset

er told me that before, Dad. And I suspect that y

no secret. They're part

thought it was odd that you chose this place

etended not t

do a bit of investigation work?" Pe

. Parker laughed. "Suppose we just

destepped her questions she was certain that he had m

t me help you?" s

, you seem to think that I'm a Go

e here largely because of yo

ly follow that I have set out to track down any enemy agent single handed." Mr. Parker brought the dis

ined for a while in the car. Soberly she stared a

, "he came here to find that radio station!