He sat down and began moving the switch
arms, one from contact to contact, the other throughout the entire range
of its contacts at each movement of the first, and proceeding thus
slowly for some minutes.
Bill had turned to the study of his Morse code, which the boys had taken
up and pursued at every opportunity during the building of the radio
sets. Gus, however, was less familiar with the dots and dashes. A
whisper, as though Gus were afraid the sound of his voice would disturb
the electric waves, suddenly switched Bill's attention.
"Two dots, three dots, two dots, one dash, one dot and dash, one dot,
one dash and two dots, same, dot, dash, dot, two dots, two dashes and
dot, four dots, one dash, two dots, two dashes, two dots." A pause. Gus
had whispered each signal to Bill; then he asked: "What do you make it?"
"I make it: 'Is it all right, then?' They have been talking some time, I
guess," said Bill; and added: "That's a good way to pick up and wrestle
with the code; it's dandy practice and we want--"
"Wait, pal, wait!" gasped Gus, bending forward again.
Words came now, instead of the code. It was evident that the person
giving them out had sought authority for so doing from headquarters.
Gus heard:
"This is to whom it may concern: Five hundred dollars' reward is to be
paid for information leading to the arrest of a party who last night
broke into the home of Nathan R.
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