The Radio Boys on the Mexican Border

are again. And no

reat a distance for days. When these spring storms come to an end t

e Hamptons may not have fin

15th and that we should be on the lookout for his voice. And when he says he'll do a th

ay late in June, and the sandy Long Island plain, broken only by a few trees, with the ocean in the distance, lay smiling before them. A succession of electrical storms which for days h

ed hopefully

than it has fo

's ri

d hopefully about the prospect

some years before. Frank was dark, curly-haired, of medium height and slim, but strong and wiry. Bob was fair and sleepy-eyed, a fraction under six feet tall and weighed

ere dead, and he lived with the Temples. Mr. Temple was his guardian and administrator of the large fortune left by his father

r indulging their hobbies. Such indulgence required considerable sums of money, but the men believed the boys were worth

erators engaged in a bitter war with the Oil Trust known as the "Octopus," Jack begged so hard to be permitted

heir summer vacation. The two boys owned an airplane in which they hoped to make the trip when the t

y accidents. We're as capable as anybody. You know yourself what the instructors up at Mineola told you. You say we are to

left for the boys. Accordingly, the boys had only Mr. Temple to persuade and they felt pretty certain of doing that in time. So the last two months of school w

f radio telephony and it was through him the boys first had become interested in the subject. A year earlier he had built a powerful station for the purpose of

ampton to communicate with his New York confreres through his Long Island station. The big thing to the boys, however, was that they would be able to talk to each other across 2,0

r and, picking up a book, began idly to turn the pages. Frank went to the table where the control apparatus was located and put

, leaping to his feet, s

t is

nk in a voice of great excitement.

his head, while Frank manipulated the "amplifie

igher regions of the air, they shut out the sounds of the low-range air traffic. There was a thin, shrieking sound. Then, that also disappe

ant boys heard Jack's voice speaking to them

Jack was saying. "Can you

ied Frank, bending forward to speak into

ling without paying him any attent

he room; opened a door into the power house adjoining where the mechani

in faraway New Mexico. Both boys listened with straining ears for the response. Presently Jack answered: "I can hear you, but only v

it on the machine which stood directly in front of a big condensing horn strapped to the back of a

t her off now.

talking 2,000 miles

days out here," answered Ja

static interfered, I gu

going, Jack?" Bo

he answered. "Fellows, I never knew wh

n?" demanded bot

ing around here. But, let me tell you, between Dad's business opponents and a gang of Mexican bandits that appe

ater by his agonized cry for "Help." Then there was a crash that r

hey called. "Wh

was no