RADIO BOYS CRONIES

or

Bill Brown’s Radio

by

Wayne Whipple

Author of “Radio Boys Loyalty”

and

S. F. Aaron

Co-author of “Radio Boys Loyalty”

[Illustration:  Made in U.S.A.]

CHAPTER I

THE CRONIES

“Come along, Bill; we’ll have to get there, or we won’t hear the first of it.  Mr. Gray said it would begin promptly at three.”

“I’m doing my best, Gus.  This crutch——­”

“I know.  Climb aboard, old scout, and we’ll go along faster.”  The first speaker, a lad of fifteen, large for his age, fair-haired, though as brown as a berry and athletic in all his easy, deliberate yet energetic movements, turned to the one he had called Bill, a boy of about his own age, or a little older, but altogether opposite in appearance, for he was undersized, dark-haired, black-eyed, and though a life-long cripple with a twisted knee, as quick and nervous in action as the limitations of his physical strength and his ever-present crutch permitted.

In another moment, despite the protests of generous consideration for his chum’s strenuous offer, William Brown was heaved up on the broad back of Augustus Grier and the two cronies thus progressed quite rapidly for a full quarter of a mile through the residential section of Fairview.  Not until the pair arrived at the entrance of one of the outlying cottages did husky Gus cease to be the beast of burden, though he was greatly tempted to turn into a charging war horse when one of a group of urchins on a street corner shouted: 

“Look at the monkey on a mule!”

Gus cared nothing for taunts and slurs against himself, but he deeply resented any suggestion of insult aimed at his crippled friend.  However, although Bill could not defend his reputation with his fists, a method which most appealed to Gus, the lame boy had often proved that he had a native wit and a tongue that could give as good as was ever given him.

“Here we are, Gus, and how can I ever get square with you?” Bill said, his crutch and loot thumping the steps as the boys gained the doorway.

In answer to the bell, a sweet-faced lady opened the door, greeted the boys by name and ushered them into a book-lined study where already several other boys and girls of about the same age were gathered about their school teacher.

Professor James B. Gray, although this was vacation time, was the sort of man who got real and continued pleasure out of instruction, especially concerning his hobbies.  Thus his advanced classes, here represented, had come into much additional knowledge regarding the microscope and the stereopticon and had also greatly enjoyed the Professor’s moving-picture apparatus devoted to serious subjects.  The latest wonder, and one worthy of intense interest, was a newly installed radio receiver.