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“I suppose you have a pretty good set yourself, since you’re so interested in it,” said the captain, addressing himself to Bob.

“Fairly good,” answered Bob modestly. “I get Cuba without any trouble, and I’ve often picked up the signals from Nauen, Germany, and Eiffel Tower, Paris.”

“Then it must be more than fairly good,” returned the visitor. “I’d like to have a look at it, if you don’t mind.”

“Only too glad,” was the reply. “It’s in the room upstairs.”

Excusing himself to Mr. and Mrs. Layton, the captain accompanied the boys to Bob’s room.

He examined the set with the eye of an expert, and Bob was delighted with the keen appreciation the visitor showed of the high degree of perfection to which he had brought his set almost entirely by his own endeavors, except for what assistance he had secured from his comrades and Doctor Dale.

“Put on the ear pieces and see how perfectly you can hear anything that happens to be going on,” urged Bob.

“All right,” replied the captain, suiting the action to the word. “Though with this terrible storm that’s come up, old man static will be getting in his fine work.”