. Tom Slade : Boy Scout of the moving pictures . and adjusted 194 TOM SLADE his head receivers. Then up into the darknessand out into the vast trackless sky went the callfor R. V. It was then the boys noticed the cloaked figureof the girl standing in the background watching. I thought you went with Doc and Mr. Ells-worth/1 someone said. He said I might stay, she answered timidly. Tom glanced around and saw her, but showedno interest. Roy sat on the edge of the instrumenttable, anxiously waiting. They cant cut this kind of wires/ he saidcheerily to Mary as if to make up for Tomssilence. Eagerly
. Tom Slade : Boy Scout of the moving pictures . and adjusted 194 TOM SLADE his head receivers. Then up into the darknessand out into the vast trackless sky went the callfor R. V. It was then the boys noticed the cloaked figureof the girl standing in the background watching. I thought you went with Doc and Mr. Ells-worth/1 someone said. He said I might stay, she answered timidly. Tom glanced around and saw her, but showedno interest. Roy sat on the edge of the instrumenttable, anxiously waiting. They cant cut this kind of wires/ he saidcheerily to Mary as if to make up for Tomssilence. Eagerly she watched Tom. She seemed fasci-nated with his absorption and with every slightmove of his hand. Nothing doing? said Roy with a note of dis-couragement. Tom made no answer, only adjusted the send-ing instrument to a different wave-length. Too late, Tommy boy, Roy said. Tom paid no attention, only in dogged silenceadjusted the sending instrument to another wave-length and readjusted the tuning-coil. Mary watched him anxiously. She too seemed. O& -L fa JW UJ s OH O C/5 XH C5 Q2 W 5 . • ___ - FIRST AID BY WIRELESS 195 all by herself—a strange, wide-eyed figure, standing apart with the great auto cloak about her,silently watching and not daring to ask a ques-tion. Who did you say was hurt?1 Tom asked atlength, without turning. A burglar and James—our chauffeur, youknow—they were both shot. Have you got him? asked Roy excitedly. Nope. He adjusted the tuning coil again and waitedpatiently. Too late, Tom. No answer. Then suddenly Toms hand flewto the sending key, and as the letters of the MorseCode clicked away into the night a slight smilecrept over his face. There was no member of thetroop who could use the Morse alphabet with suchrapidity as Tom, and he often thought (but sel-dom spoke) of that first message he and Royhad flashed together from the little tower onBlakeleys Hill. Up? asked Roy. Sure hes up; wait till I get his O. K. Back through the night and down to this
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