"But we can't go until our friends come back with their boat," said Hal.
"They promised to return soon."
"Where did they go?"
"To the Canadian Coast."
"What fer?"
"To get another friend who will join us."
"Well, they'd better hurry up or they won't find you when they get back."
"What's that you got there?" asked the man who had been addressed as
"Spike", indicating the radio table and outfit thereon.
"That's a wireless outfit, you goof," replied the tall, angular spokesman.
"I tell you what we'll do," Hal announced, taking inspiration from the attention thus called to his radio apparatus. "We'll call our friends by wireless and have them return at once and take us away. How's that?"
"All right," was the assenting response. "Go ahead, but be careful, no tricks, or our revenge will be speedy, and that's no name fer it."