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 fiof 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!