Bud, meanwhile, was frantically calling Enterprises and a nearby
airport, but getting no response. Yet their radio was working, for a
voice suddenly crackled:
"_Follow the mystery plane for a landing and you won't be harmed!_"
CHAPTER V
A HUNCH PAYS OFF
Dismayed, Tom and Bud stared at each other. Apparently the enemy ship
had blanked out their radio communication to all points except the
mystery plane.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Tom said into his microphone.
The voice replied crisply, "_You'll find out when the time comes!_"
Tom flicked off his mike and exchanged another worried glance with Bud.
"We seem to be in a spot, pal!"
"And how! Especially if that crate's armed!" Bud muttered. "But what are
they after?"
Tom shrugged. "The space plants maybe--or possibly our jet."
"Might even be _us_ they want," Bud said. "Got any tricks under your
magician's hat?"
Tom's brain was already racing to figure a way out. Suddenly he snapped
his fingers. "Hey! I almost forgot!" he exclaimed. "Look in the locker,
Bud, and see if we have the radio set that neutralizes all
interference!"
Bud's face brightened. "Now you're talking!"
The set had been perfected during Tom's _Cosmic Astronauts_ adventure,
in defense against an Oriental enemy's jamming-wave generator.
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