“Well, maybe we can,” observed Bob, hopefully. “Although I must admit that I can’t see much light on the subject just at present.”
“We’ll have to get busy on our new radio set in earnest pretty soon,” said Joe, after a pause in which each had been busy with his own thoughts. 103 “We’ve spent so much of our time at the hospital with Larry that we haven’t got more than about ten cents’ worth done since the night of the accident.”
“We can plug right along with it now,” said Bob. “And speaking of radio, who do you think called me up last night? I meant to tell you before, but I forgot all about it.”
“Who was it?” asked Herb. “Somebody we all know?”
“You bet we all know him,” said Bob, laughing. “It was Frank Brandon.”
“Frank Brandon!” they all exclaimed. “Where’s he been keeping himself lately?” asked Joe.
“He said that he had had to go to Florida on some government business connected with wireless, and he just got back to this part of the country yesterday,” replied Bob. “He expected to be in Clintonia to-day, and said that if we were all going to be at my house to-night, he’d drop in and make us a visit.”
“I hope you told him that we’d be there,” said Jimmy.
“Of course I did,” replied Bob. “You fellows had better get around bright and early this evening, because he said he’d be around right after supper. I know I’ve got plenty of questions I want to ask him, and I guess you have, too.” 104
“You can bet I have!” exclaimed Jimmy. “I want to ask him where he got that package of milk chocolate he had with him the last time I saw him. He gave me a piece, and believe me, it was about the best I’ve ever tasted.”