The Young Wireless Operator—As a Fire Patrol - The Story of a Young Wireless Amateur Who Made Good as a Fire Patrol by Lewis E. Theiss
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They agreed upon a place of meeting, half-way between the highway and Charley's camp, whereupon the ranger, holding out his hand, said, "Good-bye and good luck to you." "Do you have to go?" asked Charley. "Couldn't you stay overnight with us?" "I'd like to, but the wife would worry herself sick." "Suppose she knew that you were going to stay here. Would that make it all right?" "I'm often away overnight during the fire season," smiled the ranger. "It's the snakes that she's afraid of. She'd rather have me stay here all night than come through these mountains after dark. You see her father was bitten by a snake when she was a girl and she is mortally afraid of them." "Then you're going to stay here all night," said Charley, with decision. "I'll get word to her right away." The ranger smiled incredulously. "I wish you could," he said. "It would relieve her mind." Charley threw aside the pack cover that had been placed over the wireless instruments. The ranger looked at the outfit with wondering interest. Charley glanced at his watch and threw over the switch. "Willie might be listening in," he explained, as the sparks began to leap between the points of his spark-gap. Twice he called, then a bright smile came over his face. "Got him," he said. |
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