“And that’s the man who began by saying that he wasn’t a practiced orator!” commented Bob. “Gee, I think it was one of the most eloquent things I ever heard. I wouldn’t have missed a word of it. I’ll bet that if he’d have delivered that in a crowded hall his hearers would have raised the roof.”
“He’s there with the goods all right,” agreed Joe. “And did you notice how modest he was? Not a word about his own personal adventures, but boosting the other fellows to beat the band. I tell you, that fellow’s a real man.”
“We were in luck when we got acquainted with him,” declared Bob. “And by the way, fellows, did you ever stop to think how many fine fellows we’ve met in the radio line? There’s Frank Brandon and Brandon Harvey and Payne Bentley, all of them princes.”
“Not to mention Doctor Dale,” put in Herb. “Of course we knew him before, but we never got real close to him until we took up this radio work.”
“What a treat it would be to get those four together and get them started talking about radio!” ejaculated Joe. “Maybe we wouldn’t learn something!”
“You said it,” affirmed Jimmy. “I wouldn’t want to say a word but just sit still and listen.”
There were still other numbers on the program of WJZ, but the boys were so absorbed in Mr. Bentley and his talk that they did not care for anything else that night. They sat talking it over until Joe, looking at his watch, was startled to find that it was nearly midnight.
“Guess we’d better be making tracks,” he said, reaching for his cap.
Jimmy was the only one of the visitors who did not follow his example.
“Glued to the chair?” inquired Herb flippantly. “Going to make Bob twice glad by staying all night?”