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<h2>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> <h3>THREE CHEERS FOR THE RADIO BOYS  </h3> Mr. Hampton unlocked and opened the door, and greeted the big fellow as warmly as he had his own son. "Where's Jack?" asked Bob. "Did they capture him?" Jack, who was peeping from behind the four-poster, sprang into the room, and slapped his chum resoundingly on the back. "Thought you were to stick by the airplane," he said, with mock severity. Bob swung around, the worried look vanishing from his face. "Hurray," he said. "So they didn't get you after all? When I saw you punch that fellow I thought your goose was cooked." "Saw me punch him? Why, where were you?" "Oh, I had followed you," said Bob. Then he explained. "Then when the attack began," he added, "I flew around overhead until I saw my chance to return and land. I wasn't going to leave without you. Presently, the government troops were beaten at the north. That was only a feint on their part, anyhow, I believe, to engage the attention of the rebels. For at once, heavy shooting broke out farther down the valley. Sounded like the main body was attacking there. Then the rebels scooted down that way to repulse the new attack, and I took a chance and landed. Not a soul in sight. And here I am." Jack was speechless. But the look in his eyes betrayed his emotion. "Bob, I'm proud of you," said Mr. Hampton. "Well, let's hurry away before it is too late." Rafaela stepped from her place of concealment. "Aren't you going to say farewell?" she asked. Bob looked at her in astonishment. Mr. Hampton, with a twinkle in his eye, viewed Jack ardently. The latter advanced with extended hand. "Miss Calomares," he said, "I can't tell you how grateful I am. I hope we shall meet again." "Miss Calomares?" muttered Bob, under his breath, his eyes on the beautiful girl. "Jack certainly has moved fast. I don't get this." Mr. Hampton took pity on him. "Miss Calomares," he said, leading Bob forward. "This is my son's chum. He came with him tonight in his airplane." The girl held out her hand. Bob took it as in a daze. "Pinch me," he said, in an aside to Jack. All heard the remark, and laughed at Bob's mystification. "Come," said Mr. Hampton, and once more moved toward the door. Once more, however, his steps were arrested by a noise outside. This time they heard the shouts of many men approaching the house and crying "Viva, Calomares." "Too late," groaned Mr. Hampton. "They have driven off the attack, and are returning." Rafaela uttered an exclamation. "Oh, I must go to my room before papa discovers me here," she cried. She darted for the door, but paused to give them parting cheer. "Do not give up hope," she said. "They will drink a great deal, and then all will sleep very soundly. You may escape late tonight. Good-bye," and turning, she ran lightly down the steps. Jack's eyes followed. At the turning, she paused, looked back, and waved to him, then disappeared. "Now what will we do?" said Jack. "You boys hide behind the bed," said Mr. Hampton. "I'll close the door, but I won't lock it this time, for on second thought I believe if it were locked and Calomares came up to see me—as he frequently does before retiring—it would make him suspicious. I shall leave it unlocked, and then he will believe he left it so himself in his haste." "Dad," said Jack, "I have an idea." "What is it? Out with it." "Well, we are trapped here. Suppose we turn the tables." "What do you mean?" asked Bob. "Well, Dad," said Jack, turning to his father, "didn't you say Don Fernandez comes to call on you before retiring?" "Yes, we have become good companions. He guards me carefully, keeps me a prisoner for his own ends, but he is a cultured man and we have much in common." "Father says," asserted Bob, "that you are being held prisoner in order to make trouble between the United States and the Mexican government." "He is correct," approved Mr. Hampton. "Don Fernandez has not attempted to conceal from me that that is his desire. He sent a demand for a preposterous ransom, merely in order to precipitate action at Washington, and he has been wondering why no action was taken." "Well, that's what father thought," declared Bob. "So he has kept the matter of your being kidnapped a secret. Instead of appealing to our government, we set out to rescue you. Father says we must do our utmost to avert trouble between Mexico and the United States." "So that accounts for many things," said Mr. Hampton. "I'm glad to have them cleared up. But we are forgetting your idea, Jack. What is it?" "Simply that we capture Don Fernandez and make him release us all under a guarantee of safe conduct," said Jack. "You see," he added, "Bob and I are both armed, and we can do it." "Good for you, Jack," said Bob. "I believe it can be done," said Mr. Hampton. "And here," he added, listening, "comes our opportunity, if I am not mistaken. You boys get behind the four-poster and wait until I give you your cue." Noiselessly Mr. Hampton closed the door, as the boys went into hiding. Then the older man resumed his seat by the table, picked up his book, and appeared to be reading. Quick, light footsteps sounded on the landing outside. There was a pause, while Don Fernandez searched his pockets for the key to the door. Unable to find it, he turned as if to depart. To three pairs of ears, straining to hear his every movement, the interpretation was clear. He believed he had locked the door and lost the key and was about to depart. Mr. Hampton saved the situation by raising his voice, and calling: "Is that you, Don Fernandez? Will you not honor me by coming in? I am eager to learn what has occurred." The Don decided to try the door. To his surprise, it opened to his touch. "I must have forgotten to lock it in my haste," he muttered, and stepped into the room. "Government troops," he said, advancing, "They thought to surprise us but we have beaten them off decisively." He sat down heavily. "It has been strenuous work," he said. "But that is over. Now to find the assassin, if he has not already escaped." "Assassin?" queried Mr. Hampton, in genuine surprise. He had not been told the Don's belief regarding Jack. "Yes," said Don Fernandez, violently. "That miserable Obregon." And he proceeded to relate his version of Jack's arrival. "Oh, but you are mistaken," said Mr. Hampton, coolly. "That was no assassin, but my son. He came to attempt to rescue me." Don Fernandez leaped to his feet, as if shot upward by a spring. "Your son?" he cried. "Came to rescue you? Preposterous. Then, why are you here?" "Because," said Jack, stepping from hiding, with revolver leveled, "I wanted to meet you." "Yes, and so did I," said Bob, not to be outdone, as he emerged, also with leveled weapon, from the other side of the four-poster. Mr. Hampton quickly slipped the key into the lock of the door, turned it and drew back. Don Fernandez saw the action. He glared from one to the other of the three, and then sat down with a resigned shrug of the shoulders. "You wanted to meet me?" he said. "I am honored. But, Mr. Hampton, there is not only one son but two!" "Not exactly," said the American. "This lad"—laying a hand on Jack's shoulder—"is my son, the young man you pursued for a time tonight. This other"—placing his other hand on Bob's shoulder—"is my son's chum." "Well," said Don Fernandez, the faintest suggestion of a twinkle in his eye, "now that you have met me, as you desired, what have you to say?" "Just this," said Jack, boldly, "we want you to permit us to leave under safe conduct. We want to take father with us in Bob's airplane. Oh, yes, it was my chum's airplane which your men stole in Long Island. But we have gotten it back again." "So?" said Don Fernandez. "Well, nothing surprises me tonight. And where, may I ask, are Morales and Von Arnheim? I see you are wearing their clothes." "We have got them imprisoned," said Jack. "But we are in earnest, sir, about this. We are armed and have the upper hand, and we mean to have your protection. If you are armed, you had better give your weapon to father." "As your father very well knows," said the Don, "I never carry weapons. And now"—with grave courtesy—"if you will permit me, young sir, I would like to speak privately with your father." At a nod of agreement from his father, Jack withdrew to the door, followed by Bob, leaving the two older men in low-voiced conversation. They spoke animatedly, and to the anxious boys there came more than once a low chuckle of laughter from Don Fernandez while they could see Mr. Hampton beginning to smile. At length, Don Fernandez beckoned imperiously, and the boys approached. He regarded them with twinkling eyes, but it was Mr. Hampton who acted as spokesman. "Boys," said he, "Don Fernandez consents. But I do not believe he was influenced by fear for his life." Don Fernandez stood up between the two chums, and put an arm over the shoulder of each—or, rather, tried to, as they towered above him. "No, it was not fear," said he. "But Mr. Hampton has told me a little of what you have done, and I see it is useless to fight against Young America. You are fine fellows. If I had a son"—wistfully—"I would want him to be like you."     <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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