“When I give the word, Joe,” directed Bob.
They waited till the next wave dashed in.
“Now!” cried Bob, as it began to recede.
They rushed into the water, reached the raft, grasped the set and were half way back when the next wave caught them. But the weight of the set helped to steady them, and the next moment they were safe on the shore with their precious possession.
“Now,” said Bob, “the next thing is to set it up and get in connection with Mr. Bentley.”
They set to work at once with alacrity. Herb shinned up a tree with wire, from which he made an extemporized aerial, while Bob, Joe and Jimmy busied themselves with making a ground connection. In a few minutes the work was done, the battery was working and Bob was sending a message to wing its way through the ether.
“Radio Boys safe,” he sent. “Stranded on coast of lake. Do you hear me, Bentley?”
Not more than a minute elapsed before an answer came.
“Thank God!” the message ran. “Had feared you were lost in the fire. Will scout around until I find you. This rain is taking my job off my hands, and as soon as the fire is under control I’ll start looking for you.”
Bob communicated the message to the others who had crowded around and who were as delighted as he that he had got in touch with their staunch and reliable friend. All that they had to do now was to wait with what patience they could summon until rescue came.