“I should say I did!” replied Mr. Brandon, “I usually spend a week or two at Ocean Point myself, and I have a cousin there who has charge of the Ocean Point radio station. His name is Brandon Harvey. His first name you see is the same as my last name.”
“Why, that’s fine!” exclaimed Bob.
“Radio seems to run in your family,” said Herb, with a smile.
“We’ll look him up and introduce ourselves,” said Joe. “We’re all radio fans, and that’s a sort of freemasonry.”
“You’ll find him a good fellow,” said Brandon. “And I’m sure he’ll be glad to meet you. If I happen to get down there about the same time that you do, I’ll take you around and introduce you myself. You’ll find that what he doesn’t know about radio isn’t worth knowing. He can run rings all around me.”
“He must be pretty good then,” laughed Bob. “Though I don’t believe it. But it will be dandy if you are able to spend part of the summer with us down there.”
“What time are you going?” asked Mr. Brandon.
“Just as soon as school closes,” answered Bob. “The closing exercises are to be held next Wednesday, and we expect to get off the next day.”
“Not losing any time, are you?” smiled Brandon. “Well, I’ll see how I can fix it, and I shouldn’t be surprised if you’d find me waiting for you when you get there.”
They had reached the school gate by this time, and with cordial farewells they separated.