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I have arranged with the Department, it read in part, to have the torpedo destroyer Tarantula detailed to duty along the Florida coast and you can keep in touch with her by wireless. For this purpose, besides the apparatus attached to your air-ship, I have ordered a complete field outfit to be forwarded to you, of the kind with which several western posts have been experimenting of late and which has proved entirely satisfactory.
The instrumental part of the outfit i. e., the keys, detector, condenser, tuning-coil, etc., are permanently fastened into or carried in a steel-bound trunk, but little bigger than an ordinary steamer trunk, and weighing about one hundred and fifty pounds. Two storage batteries, both sufficient for ten hours of continuous sending, accompany the outfit, and come in wooden cases which form supports for the trunk when the outfit is in use.
A mast of ten six-foot sections, which can be jointed together and set up in a few minutes, forms your aerial pole and each section is coppered so as to provide a continuous conductor. In another box are packed the aerial wires, extra rope, wire-pegs, etc., as well as a waterproof tent to protect the outfit from the weather. Of course a charging station is a necessity and another case contains a small, but powerful gasolene motor and generator. Another attachment for use with the appliance is a combination Malay and box kite carrying a cord of phosphor bronze, wire-woven about a hemp center. There are eight hundred feet of this wire wound on a reel. If for any reason the work of setting up and attaching the pole and its aerials is considered to be too lengthy an occupation it is a simple matter to send up the kite, its wire rope acting as an aerial in itself.
The boys grew enthusiastic over this description. The outfits seemed from the account to possess the merits of portability and efficiency and in the country into which they were going portability was a strong feature in itself. It was this very question that had caused Frank, when designing the new Golden Eagle, to so construct her that she could be taken apart and the various sections boxed in a very small capacity each box weighing not more than fifty pounds with the exception of that containing the engine which weighed one hundred and fifty without the base.
That afternoon the boys worked like Trojans on the Golden Eagle II with the result that shortly before sundown they had progressed to a point where the air-ship was ready for the attachment of the engine. They were all surprised, and somewhat startled, when their solitude was invaded, just as they were thinking of knocking off work for the day, by a loud rap at the doors of the aerodrome. Frank opened the small flap cut in the big door and stepped out to see who the intruder might be.
He was greeted by a boy of about his own years smartly too smartly dressed, and with a confident overbearing manner.
Why, hello, Lathrop Beasley, exclaimed Frank, with all the cordiality he could muster at seeing who their visitor was, and that was none too much, what are you doing here?
I guess youre surprised to see me, rejoined the other.
I certainly am, replied Frank.
Why dont you ask me to come in, went on the other, youre a hospitable sort of fellow not.
I beg your pardon, Lathrop, apologized Frank, wont you come over to the house and sit down awhile?
An unpleasant sort of smile broke on the others face.
Oh, so youre afraid to let me see your aeroplane are you? Well, I dont know that I care so much to anyway. Since you fellows left New York I have been made president of the Junior Aero Club and have designed a plane that can beat anything you ever saw into a cocked hat, he exclaimed.
Frank smiled. He was used to Lathrops boasting ways and at the Agassiz High School which they had both attended had frequently seen the other humbled. Now when Lathrop said that he didnt care about seeing the Golden Eagle II, of course he was not telling the truth. He would have given a great deal to have even caught a glimpse of her. In fact, when that morning he had heard that the boys aerodrome was once more occupied, he had determined to walk over from his home, which was a splendid mansion standing on a hill-top not far away, and take a look at her for himself. That Frank should have objected to showing him the craft was an obstacle that never entered his head.
Oh, come, Frank, he went on, changing his tone, let me take a look at her, I wont tell anyone about it. What are you so secretive for?
I myself should be glad to let you see the successor to the Golden Eagle that we are building, replied Frank, but my employers might not like it.
Lathrop pricked up his ears at this. He was an ambitious boy and had designed several air-ships and planes but he had never been able to speak of his employer. The word must mean that Frank was building the craft for some rich man. Although Lathrop had plenty of it the idea that Frank and Harry were making money out of their enterprise roused him to a sullen sort of anger.
Oh your employers mightnt like it, sneered Lathrop, I tell you what it is, Frank, I dont believe you have any employers as you call it, and that all this about a new air-ship is a bluff.
This was a move intended to irritate Frank and make him offer to show the air-ship as proof positive that he was really at work on such a craft, but if Lathrop had meant it in this way it was a failure. Frank was quite unruffled.
You are welcome to believe what you like, Lathrop, he rejoined, and now, as we are very busy, I shall have to ask you to excuse me. Ive got too much work to do to stand talking here.
Thats just like you, Frank Chester, burst out the other boy angrily, his temper quite gone now that he saw that there was to be no opportunity of his seeing the air-ship.
Maybe youll be sorry that you wouldnt show me the ship and before very long too.
As Frank, not caring to listen to more of this sort of talk, re-entered the aerodrome the Beasley boy, almost beside himself with anger, shouted after him.
Ill remember this, Frank Chester, so look out.
He strode angrily off through the woods making a short cut for home. Lathrop was not a bad boy at heart, but he was an intensely jealous one, and the idea that the Boy Aviators were constructing an air-ship that they refused to let him see irritated him almost past bearing. When he shouted at Frank his last words they were dictated by his anger, more than by any real intention of carrying out any plan of revenge for the fancied slight; but, as he strode along through the woods, he suddenly heard voices that, after a few minutes of listening, convinced him that he was not the only person in the world who even momentarily wished harm to the Chester boys.
Well wreck the aerodrome to-night; were the words, coming from within a clump of bushes that grew to one side of the trail, that attracted his attention. The boy halted in his tracks as they were uttered and then crept cautiously through the undergrowth till he reached a spot from which he could both see and hear without being seen. The man who had uttered the threat that had brought him to a standstill was a person bearing every evidence of being of the genus tramp, that is so far as his clothes went. But his white hands and carefully kept nails showed that he had assumed the rags he wore as a disguise. His companion was a man of very different appearance. He was in fact the natty person whom the boys had seen at the Hotel Willard, and who had since been on their track, as Frank had guessed when Billy had spied his escaping figure in White Plains the day before. With a beating heart the concealed boy listened as the two plotters went on.