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Ferberton, holding the list in his hand, advanced to the edge of the platform. The silence became so intense that one could almost have heard a pin drop. "The first prize," he said after a few words of introduction, "is awarded to Robert Layton." There was a roar of applause, for no one in town was more popular than Bob. "The second prize goes to Joseph Atwood," continued Mr.
Upon the platform were numerous wireless telephone sets that had been received for the competition. Mr. Ferberton himself presided at the gathering. He made a most interesting address, in which he dealt with the wonders of wireless and gave a review of its latest developments.
Ferberton, came out with an offer of a prize of one hundred dolllars for the best amateur wireless outfit made by any boy in his district, and a second prize of fifty dollars. It was stipulated that the entire set, outside of the head phones, must be made by the boy himself, with out any assistance from grown-ups.
"It was good enough to take the Ferberton prize, anyway, which is more than some people can say of theirs," Bob replied, grinning. "How about it, Doughnuts?" "That was because the judges didn't know any better," said his rotund friend. "They should have made me the judge, and then there's no doubt but what my set would have won that hundred bucks."
But many of the details had to be postponed until another time, for just now their thoughts were full of the Ferberton prize which was to be awarded that night, and for which they were busy in making their final preparations. The town hall that night was crowded, and many had to be content with standing room.
Meantime, Herb and Jimmy had been treated to the surprise of their lives. Shortly after supper Jimmy had whistled the familiar call in front of Herb's house, and when his friend had emerged had invited him to come to his house that evening. "You know I've got my set rigged up now," he said, "the one that I entered for the Ferberton prize.
Ferberton, and again the hall rocked with applause. "If there had been a third prize," the speaker concluded, "it would have been awarded to James Plummer. As it is, he receives honorable mention." And Jimmy too had his share of the cheering and hand clapping. Long after the lights were out and the audience dispersed, the chums sat on Bob's porch, elated and hilarious.
"You come up to our place some day and listen to what we have." "Then you don't think you want a box?" And the shopkeeper's voice indicated his disappointment. "Not just yet anyway," answered Bob. "We'd rather buy the parts from you and make our own," added Joe. "Besides, we want to try for the Ferberton prizes." "Oh, that's it. Well, when you want anything, come to me," concluded the dealer.
As the boys entered, Brandon glanced at them, and then, as recognition came into his eyes, he extended his hand. "Hello, there!" he exclaimed. "How have you been since I saw you? How's the wireless coming on?" "It's O K," said Bob. "We're both trying for the Ferberton prize, you know." "That's fine," said Brandon heartily. "The prizes are to be given out pretty soon, aren't they?" "Yes.
How they had made their own receiving sets in competition for the prize offered by the member of Congress for their district; the difficulties they surmounted and the triumphs they achieved; how Buck and his gang sought to wreck and steal their sets and the thrashing Buck received in consequence; how by the agency of the radio they were able to detect a swindler, one, Dan Cassey, and force him to make restitution to Nellie Berwick, an orphan girl he had tried to cheat; all this and many more exciting adventures are told in the first book of this series, entitled: "The Radio Boys' First Wireless; Or, Winning the Ferberton Prize."
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