in faraway New Mexico. Both boys listened with straining ears for the
response. Presently Jack answered: "I can hear you, but only very
faintly. Put that band piece on the talking machine. You know the one
I like so much. I can't think of its name. I'll tune to it."

Frank hastily shuffled through a pile of talking machine records.
Finding the one he sought, he put it on the machine which stood
directly in front of a big condensing horn strapped to the back of a
chair to give it the proper height. A moment or two later, Jack's
voice in the receivers declared:

"All right. Shut her off now. I'm fixed fine."

"Say, Jack, think of talking 2,000 miles like this," said Bob.

"Oh, we've been working some days out here," answered Jack. "But we
couldn't get you."

"No," cut in Frank. "The static interfered, I guess. But it lifted
today."

"How are things going, Jack?" Bob inquired next.

Jack's voice became excited. "Going?" he answered. "Fellows, I never
knew what excitement was until this last week."

"What do you mean?" demanded both boys together.

"Oh, I couldn't tell you now," laughed Jack. "It would take all day
and then some to tell you all that's happening around here. But, let