"
"It must be hard to locate them, isn't it?" asked Jimmy.
"Sometimes it is," returned the radio inspector. "I'm tracing down
a couple now, and hope to land them within a few days."
The little company had some further interesting talk, and then, as
it was getting rather late, Dr. Dale and his friend rose to go.
"I'm glad to have met all you fellows," said the radio expert,
shaking hands all around. "If there's anything I can do to help
you along at any time, Dr. Dale can tell you where to find me,
and I'll be glad to be of service."
The boys thanked their visitor heartily, and promised to avail
themselves of his offer in case they found that they needed help.
Then Bob saw the visitors to the door, and returned to his friends.
"We're mighty lucky to have met a man like that, who knows this game
from start to finish," said Joe. "I'd give a lot to know what he does
about it."
"You never will know as much," said Jimmy. "Mr. Brandon is a smart
man."
"Meaning that I'm not, I suppose?" said Joe. "Well, there's no need
of my being smart as long as you're around with your keen young mind."
"It's nice of you to say so," said Jimmy, choosing to ignore the
sarcasm in Joe's tone. "I never expected to hear you admit it,
though."
"I'll have to get you two Indians a pair of boxing gloves, and let
you settle your arguments that way, pretty soon," came from Bob.
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