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“Sounds good,” commented Joe. “But has it actually worked?”

“To the queen’s taste,” affirmed Bob. “One of the pilots tried it out yesterday between Omaha and North Platte. While traveling at the rate of one hundred and twenty miles an hour on a three-hour trip, the pilot kept up a conversation with the superintendents of two stations, and they could hear each other as plainly as if they had been in the next room. What do you think of that?”

“Dandy,” replied Herb. “Just think what that will mean to the pilot, especially in fog or storm. It won’t be necessary for him to see the light from the air-mail fields so as to be able to land. The superintendent can give him his location to a dot, and he can come down with his eyes shut.”

“Another triumph for radio!” exclaimed Joe. “I tell you, fellows, there’s no limit to the possibilities of that wonderful science. One thing follows so closely on the heels of another that a fellow gets dizzy trying to keep up with it.”

“It’s as though one were living in fairyland,” agreed Jimmy. “I have to pinch myself sometimes to see if I’m dreaming.”