"They're beginning to think we're bad medicine," said Joe. "A little
more training, Bob, and they'll even be afraid to talk back to us."
"Looks that way, doesn't it," said Bob, laughing.
The two radio boys went on to their destination, which was the
hardware store, where they both wanted to buy some wire and other
supplies. What was their surprise, when they went inside, to find
Frank Brandon, the radio inspector, talking to the proprietor.
As the boys entered, Brandon glanced at them, and then, as recognition
came into his eyes, he extended his hand.
"Hello, there!" he exclaimed. "How have you been since I saw you?
How's the wireless coming on?"
"It's O K," said Bob. "We're both trying for the Ferberton prize,
you know."
"That's fine," said Brandon heartily. "The prizes are to be given out
pretty soon, aren't they?"
"Yes. And we're both hoping that if one of us doesn't get it, the
other will," said Joe. "If neither one gets it, it won't be anything
against you," said Brandon. "I hear there are a lot of sets entered,
and some of the fellows who have made them have been at the game
a lot longer than you have."
"We're doing a lot of hoping, anyway," said Bob. "Are they keeping
you pretty busy these days?"
"I should say so," said the radio inspector. "There's one fellow
in particular that I'm having a lot of trouble with.
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