<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2>
<h3>RADIO AND THE FIRE FIEND</h3></div>
<p>“Well, I hope that the boys know what you’re
talking about,” interrupted Mr. Layton at this
point, his eyes twinkling, “for I’m sure I don’t.”</p>
<p>“They know what I’m talking about all right,”
returned his guest, admiration in his laughing
eyes as he looked at the boys. “Unless I miss my
guess, these fellows are the stuff of which radio
experts are made. I bet they’ll do great things
yet.”</p>
<p>“Won’t you tell us more about your experiences?”
begged Herb, while the other boys tried
not to look too pleased at the praise. “It isn’t
often we have a chance to hear of adventures like
yours first hand.”</p>
<p>“Well,” said Mr. Bentley, modestly, “I don’t
know that there’s much to tell. All we scouts do
is to patrol the country and watch for fires. Of
course, in case of a big fire, our duties are more
exciting. I remember one fire,” he leaned back
in his chair reminiscently and the boys listened
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eagerly, hanging on every word. “It was a
beauty of its kind, covering pretty nearly fourteen
miles. Thousands of dollars’ worth of valuable
timber was menaced. It looked for a time
as if it would get the better of us, at that.</p>
<p>“Men were scarce and there was a high wind
to urge the fire on. A receiving set was rushed
to the fire line, some of the apparatus in a truck
and some carried by truck horses. My plane was
detailed to patrol the fire line and give directions
to the men who were fighting the fire.”</p>
<p>He paused, and the boys waited impatiently for
him to go on.</p>
<p>“The good old plane was equipped for both
sending and receiving, and I tell you we patrolled
that fourteen miles of flaming forest, sometimes
coming so close to the tree tops that we almost
seemed to brush them.</p>
<p>“My duty, of course, was to report the progress
of the fire. Controlled at one point, it broke out
at another, and it was through the messages from
my ’plane to the ground set stationed just behind
the fire line that the men were moved from one
danger point to the next.</p>
<p>“Finally, the fire seeming nearly out along
one side of the ridge, I sent the men to fighting it
on the other side, where it had been left to rage
uncontrolled. No sooner had the men scattered
for the danger point than the brooding fire broke
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out again and it was necessary to recall half the
men.</p>
<p>“It was a long fight and a hard one, but with
the aid of the blessed old wireless, we finally won
out. As a matter of fact, the wireless-equipped
airplane has become as necessary to the Forest
Service as ships are to the navy.</p>
<p>“In the old days,” he went on, seeing that the
boys were still deeply interested, “when they depended
upon the ordinary telephone to convey
warnings of fires they were surely leaning upon a
broken reed.</p>
<p>“Often, just when they needed the means of
communication most, the fire would sweep
through the woods, destroying trees to which the
telephone wires were fastened, and melting the
wires themselves. So the eyes of the Forest
Service were put out and they were forced to
work in the dark.”</p>
<p>“But I should think,” protested Bob, “that
there would be times when even wireless would
be put out of the job. Suppose the fire were to
reach one of the stations equipped with wireless.
What then?”</p>
<p>Mr. Bentley laughed as though amused at
something.</p>
<p>“I can tell you an interesting incident connected
with that,” he said. “And one that shows
the pluck and common sense of radio operators in
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general—don’t think that I’m throwing bouquets
at myself, now, for first and last, I am a pilot,
even if sometimes I find it necessary to employ
radio.</p>
<p>“Well, anyway, this operator that I am speaking
of, found himself in a perilous position. A
fire had been raging for days, and now it was so
close to his station that the station itself was
threatened.</p>
<p>“One morning when he got up the smoke from
the burning forest was swirling about the open
space in front of the station and he knew that
before long he would be seeing flame instead of
smoke. The fire fighters had been working ceaselessly,
fighting gallantly, but the elements were
against them. The air was almost as dry and
brittle as the wood which the flames lapped up
and there was a steady wind that drove the fire
on and on.</p>
<p>“If only there might come a fog or the wind
change its direction! But the radio man had no
intention of waiting on the elements. I don’t believe
he gave more than a passing thought to his
own safety—his chief interest was for the safety
of his beloved apparatus.</p>
<p>“He decided to dismantle the set, build a raft
and set himself and the apparatus adrift upon the
water in the attempt to save it.</p>
<p>“And so he worked feverishly, while the fire
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came closer and he could hear the men who were
fighting the fire shouting to each other. Finally
he succeeded in dismantling the set and got it
down to the water’s edge.</p>
<p>“Here he built a rough raft, piled the apparatus
upon it, jumped after it, and drifted out into the
middle of the lake.”</p>
<p>“Did the station burn down?” asked Jimmy
excitedly.</p>
<p>“No, fortunately. The wind died down in the
nick of time, giving the men a chance to control
the blaze. When it was evident the danger was
past, the operator set up his apparatus again and
prepared to continue his duties, as though nothing
had happened.</p>
<p>“There you have the tremendous advantage of
radio. There were no wires to be destroyed.
Only a radio set which could be dismantled and
taken to safety while the fire raged.”</p>
<p>“That operator sure had his nerve with him,
all right,” said Bob admiringly.</p>
<p>“More nerve than common sense perhaps,”
chuckled Mr. Bentley. “But you certainly can’t
help admiring him. He was right there when it
came to grit.”</p>
<p>After a while they began to discuss technicalities,
and the boys learned a great many things
they had never known before. The pilot happening
to mention that there were sometimes a number
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of airplanes equipped with radio operating
within a restricted district, Joe wanted to know
if they did not have a good deal of trouble with
interference.</p>
<p>“No. There was at first some interference by
amateurs, but these soon learned to refrain from
using their instruments during patrol periods.</p>
<p>“You see,” he explained, “we use a special type
of transmitting outfit aboard our fire-detection
craft. It’s called the SCR-Seventy-three. The
equipment obtains its power from a self-excited
inductor type alternator. This is propelled by
a fixed wooden-blade air fan. In the steam-line
casing of the alternator the rotary spark
gap, alternator, potential transformer, condenser
and oscillation transformer are self-contained.
Usually the alternator is mounted on the underside
of the fuselage where the propeller spends its
force in the form of an air stream. The telegraph
sending keys, field and battery switch, dry
battery, variometer and antenna reel are the only
units included inside the fuselage.</p>
<p>“The type of transmitter is a simple rotary gap,
indirectly excited spark and provided with nine
taps on the inductance coil of the closed oscillating
circuit. Five varying toothed discs for the
rotary spark gap yield five different signal tones
and nine different wave lengths are possible.</p>
<p>“So,” he finished, looking around at their absorbed
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faces, “you see it is quite possible to press
into service a number of airplanes without being
bothered by interference.”</p>
<p>“It sounds complete,” said Bob. “I’d like a
chance to see one of those sets at close range
sometime.”</p>
<p>The time passed so quickly that finally the
visitor rose with an apology for staying so late.
The radio boys were sorry to see him go. They
could have sat for hours more, listening to him.</p>
<p>“That fellow sure has had some experiences!”
said Joe, as, a little later, the boys mounted the
stairs to Bob’s room. “It was mighty lucky we
happened along while he was here.”</p>
<p>“You bet your life,” said Herb. “I wouldn’t
have missed meeting him for a lot.”</p>
<p>“Say, fellows,” Jimmy announced from the
head of the stairs, “I know now what I’m going
to do when I’m through school. It’s me for the
tall timber. I’m going to pilot an airplane in the
service of my country.”</p>
<p>“Ain’t he noble?” demanded Herb, grinning,
as the boys crowded into Bob’s room.</p>
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