“That will be fine,” remarked Bob. “We’ll not only make an interesting experiment, but if it turns out all right, we’ll have some fine crystals on hand.”
“I know it’s pretty hard to buy good ones lately,” agreed Herb.
“Sometimes I have to fuss around a long time before I can find a sensitive spot,” added Joe.
“It’s no fun, either, when you’re in a hurry to listen in on a good concert,” put in Jimmy, plaintively.
“All right, then, we’ll consider that settled,” said the doctor. “But we don’t want to spend all the evening talking, even if it is interesting talk. Let’s see what we can pick up on my new set,” and he switched on the batteries and started manipulating the knobs, while the Radio Boys waited eagerly for the first sounds to issue from the loud-speaker.
CHAPTER VII
THRASHING THE BULLIES
Doctor Dale manipulated the knobs for a few seconds, and suddenly they all heard the announcer from WEAF speaking.
“The next number on our program will be a violin solo,” announced the sonorous voice, and the Radio Boys leaned back, prepared to hear something good.
But they were disappointed. Before a single note could come floating in through the horn, the slight sibilant sound of the apparatus ceased abruptly. The set had suddenly “gone dead,” and, try as he might, the doctor could not coax a sound from it.
“That’s very strange,” he said, after trying in vain to get some result. “Suppose you try it, Bob. Maybe you’ll have better fortune.”