Henry Harper was sitting in the doorway of the workshop in his father's back yard, where the Camp Brady Wireless Club made their headquarters. He was reading the morning newspaper. Suddenly he sprang to his feet. His face grew black. His free hand clenched. He walked across the shop, spread the newspaper on the bench and began to read aloud the big head-lines that had so aroused him.…
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