“Whew!” he ejaculated, “there aren’t any springs worth mentioning on this downy bed but it sure feels good to me, just the same.”
“Doughnuts wants a spring like the one the fellow had I was reading about the other day,” said Bob.
“What kind is that?” asked Jimmy, through a prodigious yawn.
“Why, this fellow,” chuckled Bob, stretching himself out on his own cot and staring up at the ceiling, “thought up the wonderful idea of using his springs for an aerial.”
The boys gasped at him.
“Now I know you’re fooling,” Herb told him, incredulously.
“Fooling, nothing!” replied Bob. “I never was more serious in my life.”
“You’ve got to prove it to us,” said Joe, as he carefully extracted a fish hook that was on the point of entering his thumb. “Sounds kind of phony to me, Bob.”
“Not at all,” said Bob, still seeming very much amused about something. “It’s really the simplest thing in the world when you’ve once thought of it.
“This fellow doesn’t even use an antenna—not the towering, outside kind, that is. He merely attaches the antenna lead to the springs of his iron bed——”