"We heard all right, Dad," said Bob gravely. Thereupon he proceeded to
relate what had occurred.

Mr. Temple listened in silence. His face showed he was disturbed. At
the conclusion of Bob's recital, he walked over to a headpiece and put
it on.

"No use, Uncle George," said Frank, but Mr. Temple turned to him with
a twinkle in his eye.

"That so?" he said.

With a cry, Frank leaped from his chair, seized a headpiece and put it
on.

"Hurray, it's Jack," he shouted. Then he bent over to the telephone
and called:

"Jack. Jack. Are you hurt? What happened?"

"Oh, I'm bunged up a little," came back Jack's voice, in a cheerful
tone. "But there are no bones broken."

"Was it the bandits?" demanded Bob, who had clamped on a third
headpiece, as he elbowed Frank aside to speak into the transmitter.

"Yes. Three of them," responded Jack. "A scouting party. They sneaked
in behind me. Thought I was alone, I guess, but when I hollered for
help Dad came in from the power house on the run and the pair of us