“Bob, get to Rubio with all possible speed. We’ve just had reports that an unknown yet tremendously powerful radio station has just come on the air. The Department of Commerce has had radio direction finders on it for the last ten minutes and they report that the station must be on the east shore of Maryland, probably near Rubio. They’re throwing on extra power on their experimental station here to gum up the sending from this unknown outfit. I’m afraid they’re trying to get the secret of the radio-controlled plane out of the country in this way.”
“We’re all ready to go. The plane’s on the ramp now with the motor on.”
“Then hurry. Let me know the minute you land at Rubio and I can send more information. I’m starting agents out of Baltimore by motor and I’ll send another plane with men within the hour. Good luck.”
Bob turned and raced toward the waiting plane.
“What news?” asked Lieutenant Gibbons.
“Tell you when we’re in the air,” replied Bob.
They climbed into the cabin and were no sooner seated than the ship started rolling across the field.
Almost before they knew it the ground was dropping away and they were headed for the east shore of Maryland.
Chapter XXX
ON THE EAST SHORE
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The air that fall afternoon was clear and the entire panorama of the city of Washington spread out below them. But Bob’s thoughts were not on the beauties of the afternoon or of the flight. His mind was centered far ahead on the east shore village of Rubio and what he might learn there.