“For us perhaps, but not for Buck and his crowd,” chuckled Herb.
“And those sneak thieves were the fellows who were talking about burglars,” laughed Jimmy.
The sun had gone down before the radio boys left the woods, and it was full night by the time they reached their homes and disburdened themselves of their load of nuts.
“I was going to ask you fellows to come around tonight and listen in on the broadcasting concert,” said Bob, as they reached his gate; “but I guess our folks will be so much excited about the bear that they can’t talk or think of anything else.”
“That’s bearly possible,” chuckled Herb, and grinned at the indignation of his companions at the pun.
“But I think there’ll be something doing at church tomorrow on the subject of radio,” continued Bob. “You fellows must be sure to be there. I heard Doctor Dale talking about it to father.”
“I’ll be there if I can wake up in time,” said Jimmy. “But just now I feel as if I could sleep through the next twenty-four hours straight. I’ll be like one of the seven sleepers of Pegasus.”
“Ephesus, I guess you mean,” laughed Bob. “Pegasus was a horse.”
“Is that so?” replied Jimmy. “Well, that’s a horse on me. Don’t hit me,” he begged, as Bob made a pass at him. “I’m stiff and sore all over, without having that big ham of yours land on me.”
Bob laughed and went up the steps, while the others made their ways to their respective homes not many doors away.