in the city, which, not being in any way connected with this
narrative, are not set down here.

"I'm glad you brought this boy Mike here," Ned said, at the
conclusion of the story. "We need some one who knows something
about Lima to keep us posted."

"About what?" asked Jimmie.

"We're spotted!" Leroy cried out, before Ned could answer the
question. "The wireless is swifter than the Nelson!"

"How do you know?" demanded the little fellow. "How do you know
we're spotted?"

"Oh, Ned's been doping it out," was the reply. "He'll tell you, I
guess."

"You thought you'd take the cream off the sensation!" laughed Ned.
"Well, that is the boy of it! All I know about it, Jimmie," he
continued, "is that I've been receiving telegrams which simply mean
nothing. They are from people I have never heard of, and are most
mysteriously worded."

"There's one that tells you to get out of the country," suggested
Leroy.

"Yes, but the others seem to infer that the man who sent them is out
of his mind. The three received are from Washington, San Francisco,
and New Orleans."