so. I know your father thinks every one of us should do
everything he possibly can to help win this war. But it gets me to
know what you youngsters can do that will be of any use. Still, I
guess the government wouldn't have sent for you if it didn't want you,
and I won't stand in the road of the government."

"Hurrah!" shouted Henry. "Then I'm off to tell the others." And he
darted out of the yard and was away like an arrow.

CHAPTER III

THE WIRELESS PATROL PREPARES FOR ACTION

At top speed Henry tore down the street.

Half a block from his home he passed a schoolmate.

"Hey! What's your hurry?" the latter called out, as Henry dashed past
him.

"Wireless patrol ordered out!" Henry shouted over his shoulder, as he
darted on down the street.

"Wait a minute!" called the other lad.

"Can't," cried Henry. "Got to get the patrol together to go on a spy
hunt."

At the words "spy hunt" the other boy leaped forward and ran after
Henry at top speed. "What's up?" he asked enviously, as he overtook
Henry and raced along beside him. For the lad did not belong to the
wireless patrol.

"Ordered to New York by the government," panted Henry, "to hunt for
German spies."

The announcement had all the effect Henry intended it to have. For a
full half minute his companion said never a word, but ran mutely beside
him, his eyes fastened incredulously on Henry. Then, "Gee whiz!" he
said. "You're not really goin' to New York!"

"Sure thing," panted Henry. "Just got a telegram from Washington."

That was too much for Henry's companion. "Gee whiz!" he said again.
"I wish I belonged to the wireless patrol."

Henry looked at him sympathetically, half sorry that he had said what
he had. "Maybe you will some day," he replied. "Good-bye."

They had reached the home of wee Willie Brown. Henry stopped abruptly
and turned in at the open gate. He mounted the steps and rang the
bell. Mrs. Brown opened the door.

"Is Willie--at home--Mrs. Brown?" he asked, all out of breath.

"Yes, Henry," replied Mrs. Brown. "You'll find him up in his room."

"Is he busy?"

"Oh! He's tinkering with his wireless, as usual," said Mrs. Brown.
"But he's always glad to see you, Henry."

"He will be this time, I'm sure," said Henry. "The wireless patrol is
ordered out on a spy hunt."

"What! Not again?" queried Mrs. Brown, in astonishment. "Where are
you going this time?"

"To New York," rejoined Henry, and his voic