“All right,” said Bob. “Frank, you watch our prisoner and I’ll lend Jack a hand with this radio outfit.”
[CHAPTER XXV—A FORLORN HOPE]
“Wow. Now that we’re down, I don’t see how we made it with this.”
Bob put down his end of the box containing the portable radio transmission set, and Jack followed suit.
“Must weigh all of two hundred pounds,” said Bob.
“Well, the batteries are heavy,” said Jack. “The light poles weigh little, and the coil contains not much more than a pound of wire. But there are eight ‘B’ batteries of twenty-two and one-half volts each, and they weigh about five pounds apiece.”
“Don’t see what use the darned contraption will be, anyhow,” grumbled Bob. “Where can we use it?”
“Oh, I don’t know. But I have a hunch it will come in handy. Come on.”
Bob took up his end of the case, and the march was resumed. They had reached the base of the
hill and were at the rear of the warehouse. Skirting this, they were halted by a sharp challenge as they reached the front and stepped into the glare of the searchlight from the Sub Chaser.