the Sending Station; Or, Making Good in the
Wireless Room."

The coming of fall brought the boys back to Clintonia, where, however,
the usual course of their studies was interrupted by an epidemic that
made necessary for a time the closing of the schools. This gave the
radio boys an opportunity to make a trip to Mountain Pass, a popular
resort in the hills. Here they came in contact with a group of plotters
who were trying to put through a nefarious deal and were able to thwart
the rascals through the use of radio. By that same beneficent science
too they were able to save a life when other means of communication were
blocked. And not the least satisfactory feature was the utter
discomfiture they were able to visit upon Buck Looker and his gang.
These and many other adventures are told in the fourth volume of the
series, entitled: "The Radio Boys at Mountain Pass; Or, The Midnight
Call for Assistance."

And now to return to the radio boys as they stood facing the angry
storekeeper amid a constantly growing throng of curious onlookers. They
had been in many tighter fixes in their life but none that was more
embarrassing.

"I'll have them arrested!" the storekeeper repeated, his voice rising to
a shrill treble.

"Now look here," replied Bob. "Suppose you cut out this talk of having
us arrested. In the first place, we didn't break your window. In the
second place, if we had it wouldn't be a matter of arrest but of making
good the damage."

"All right then," said Mr. Larsen eagerly, catching at the last word.
"Make good the damage. It will cost at least two hundred dollars to
replace that window."

"I think you're a little high," returned Bob. "But that doesn't matter.
I didn't say that we'd make the damage good. I said that if we'd broken
it, it would be a matter of making good. But we didn't break it, and
that lets us out I'll say."

"It's easy to say that," sneered the merchant. "How do I know that you
didn't break it? It would of course be natural for you to try to lie out
of it."

"It wouldn't be natural for us to lie out of it," replied Bob,
controlling his temper with difficulty. "That isn't our way of doing
things. Why do you suppose we stayed here when it would have been
perfectly easy for us to get away? It wasn't a snowball we threw that
broke your window. It was one thrown by the fellows we were fighting
with."

"Always the other fellow that does it!" replied the storekeeper angrily.
"Who was that