"Yes," said Ross, "Anton's father is ready to give us the old barn. He says we can fix it up any way we like."
"All for our own?"
"Yes, to do anything we like with. Mr. Levin has given me some bully ideas about things we can do, and Bob's thought up a scheme that's just great!" and he proceeded to explain the lad's offer of wireless.
The enthusiasm of the boys was rapidly growing. With the Forecaster behind him, with Anton's rain-gauge, with the new sun-dial staring them in the face, with Bob's plan for the wireless plant, with a club-house of their own and the admitted leadership of Ross, the whole group was swinging into line.
"Tell you what I'll do for my share, fellows," said another of the boys. "You know that printing-press of mine?"
"You mean the one you printed the pirate flags on, Fred?" queried Ross, referring to the Treasure Island period when the boat was made.
"Yes. Ever since Dad found that he had to use the shed I used to keep the press in, I haven't had much chance to get at it. I'll ship the press over here, if there'd be room for it in our club-house," the words were said with great pride. "We could print a little weekly paper. I wanted to do that last year, but Dad said that he didn't want me to print nothing but gossip, and there didn't seem anything else to write. If we really had some stuff worth reading, like weather news, I'm sure I could make it go. Enough, anyhow, to pay for paper and mailing."
"You think we ought to issue a regular weather bulletin," said Ross. "That's a good notion, Fred."
"I'll let you have some of my stories," said one.
"Or Fatty's jokes," suggested another, dodging a nudge of the elbow from his neighbor.