"What do you think is going to happen?" asked Mr. Perry.
"We haven't any idea."
"Some more mystery, eh?" smiled the leader of the expedition. "Well, that isn't at all surprising, in view of the gloominess of our surroundings. Suppose we have a light on the subject. Cub, bring out the flash-lights."
The latter went into the tent and soon reappeared with four dry-battery lights. These he laid on the table in fan-like arrangement, so that they threw a flood of light in all directions.
"I don't feel like going to bed yet," said Cub. "Let's stay up a while and—"
"—listen-in," finished Hal.
"Yes, let's do," exclaimed Bud eagerly.
"I wasn't thinking of that," Cub admitted; "but it's better than what I had in mind. All right, Hal, tune 'er up. This is a peach of a night for long distance receiving."
Hal needed no second bidding and soon he was busy with coil and detector. Cub's "weather report" proved to be accurate, for in a few moments he announced:
"Here's Schenectady, New York, with some opera."