The Radio Boys on Secret Service Duty

in' to these boys about the old mining camps in these California mountains. It's kind of tiresome with nobody to talk t

s hand. "My name's Temple, George Temple. And this is my

advancing. "I was born and raised in the moun

n in black, with a black som

rcumstances into international intrigue on the Mexican Border. Jack's father, representative of a syndicate of independent oil operators, had been kidnapped by Mexican rebels seeking to embroil th

development of radio telephony long before the craze swept the country, who had introduced the boys to it. He was licensed by the government to build a transmission station on his Long Island esta

a method of helping defeat the ends sought by the Mexican rebels. In their invasion of Mexico, moreover, the boys found several radio st

's mother was dead. The two estates of Mr. Hampton and Mr. Temple adjoined. Jack, the oldest of the trio, was 19, while Frank and Bob were a year younger, Frank being the youngest of t

in order to visit the Mile High City of the Rockies. They were now on the last day o

the scenery about them gradually changed its character with the passing of the afternoon, the mountains giving way to foothills and seeming

ses, fighting Indians and starvation, leaving many in nameless graves by the wayside during the long trek across the desert and through the mountains; how, in other cases, the adventurers had sailed in windjammers, or ships propelled by sails alone and without engine pow

st a young man now. But my father was a forty-niner, came out from Tennessee. And the stories h

hichway over the hills, but the people that built her were the hardy spirits

hese stories of early California, Mr. Harlan launched into a description of

t Spanish families lived there on grants of land from the King o

introduced later by the Americans with their multifarious machinery. If the Don stirred abroad, he rode a mount jingling with fanciful and costly trappings, and he himself dressed like a cavali

ew-fangled farm machinery. They took the rich valleys where the countless herds of the Dons had roamed in the past, and began making that marvelous soil produ

e, "there are some of their descendants left. But th

up with une

supposed to believe our own ways of living are the best,

Frank and assumed

of Senorita Raf

Mexico. The Don was leader of the Mexican rebels who, as related in The Radio Boys on the Mexican Border, had captured Mr. H

r his eyes started to shake him good-naturedly. In a moment all three boys were entangled. Mr. Temple laughed and explained the situation to Mr. Har

lan seized Jack by the coat a

d Mr. Temple gravely. "You b

for he had been a jolly and informative companion. Dinner was served, and the party returned to the club car where Mr. Temple settled

whispering together on the other side of the platform. All three sat in silence, slumped down in their chairs and at first staring out at the landscape bathed in ma

boys, said a word or two in a low voice to his companion, and they arose and entered the car. Frank, who like his companions had been sitting

that?" he dema

bed their eyes, a

at?" ask

ose fell

llows?"

here," Frank said impatiently. "I

ng. "But what was it they said

sten. But they raised their voices, and I overheard. Then one of them

was it?" d

. Listen," he whispered, "I'm going in to talk to Uncle George. You fellows stretch and yawn presently and get up