“Count me in on that, too,” said Joe. “I’ve scarcely touched my fifty.”
“How about the horn?” queried Jimmy. “Will that have to be bought, too?”
“No,” replied Bob. “That’s something you can make. That is, if you’re not too tired from the work you did on setting up the aerial this afternoon.”
“But,” objected Jimmy, ignoring the gibe, “I don’t know anything about working in tin or steel. I haven’t any tools for that.”
“The horn doesn’t have to be made of metal,” answered Bob. “In fact, it’s better if it’s not. Some horns are even made of concrete——”
“Use your head for that, Jimmy,” broke in Herb irreverently.
“But best of all,” Bob continued, while Jimmy favored the interrupter with a glare, “is to make the horn of wood. Take some good hard wood, like mahogany or maple, polish the inside with sandpaper after you’ve hollowed it out, give it a coat of varnish or shellac, and you’ll have a horn that can’t be beaten. It’s very simple.”
“Sure!” said Jimmy sarcastically. “Very simple! Just like that! Simple when you say it quick. Simple as the fellow that tells me how to do it.”
“Just imagine you’re hollowing out a doughnut,” put in Joe, grinning. “You’re an expert at that.”
“I’ll tell the world he is,” agreed Herb, with enthusiasm.