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Title: The Radio Boys with the Revenue Guards

Author: Gerald Breckenridge

Release Date: May 9, 2009 [EBook #28735]

Language: English

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[Illustration: He sprang to the instrument table, seized and adjusted
a headpiece, pulled a transmitter to him, he began calling.
(_Radio Boys With the Revenue Guards_) _Page 140_]

THE RADIO BOYS

WITH THE REVENUE GUARDS

By GERALD BRECKENRIDGE

Author of

"The Radio Boys on the Mexican Border," "The Radio Boys on Secret
Service Duty," "The Radio Boys' Search for the Inca's Treasure," "The
Radio Boys Rescue the Lost Alaska Expedition."

[Illustration: Frontispiece]

A. L. BURT COMPANY

Publishers New York

THE RADIO BOYS SERIES

A Series of Stories for Boys of All Ages

By GERALD BRECKENRIDGE

The Radio Boys on the Mexican Border
The Radio Boys on Secret Service Duty
The Radio Boys with the Revenue Guards
The Radio Boys' Search for the Inca's Treasure
The Radio Boys Rescue the Lost Alaska Expedition

Copyright, 1922

By A. L. BURT COMPANY

THE RADIO BOYS WITH THE REVENUE GUARDS

Made in "U. S. A."

CHAPTER I

TWO MYSTERIES

"Not much like last summer, is it, Jack?"

"Not much, Frank."

"No Mexican bandits. No Chinese bad men. No dens in Chinatown. Say,
Jack, remember how you felt when we were licked in our attempt to
escape from that dive out in San Francisco? Boy, that was the time
when things looked mighty blue. Jack?"

No answer.

"Jack?" In a louder tone.

Still no answer.

Frank turned around impatiently from where he lounged in the open
doorway of the radio station, and faced his chum at the receiver.

"Oh, listening-in," he exclaimed, and fell silent. Facing about, he
gazed southward to where, less than a mile away, sparkled in the
bright July sunshine the clear waters of the open Atlantic.

Frank Merrick was thinking of the adventures crowded