"Gee! that never occurred to me," exclaimed Cub, swinging his long arm with a snap of his finger like the crack of a whip. "I bet anything you're right."
"We get one step nearer every time we make a move," said Bud eagerly.
"Yes, but the question is, how many steps do we have to take before we settle this—this—mystery?" Cub demanded.
"Don't look ahead so far," Mr. Perry warned. "Here's a rule in such matters that applies to all men—and boys—of small or large capability. Be careful never to look ahead so far you can't see the step you are in the act of taking."
"All right," Cub assented. "What is the next step for us to take?"
"Find out who the fellows are that hazed Hal's cousin." Bud replied.
"Yes, that's a good suggestion, though it'll probably require several steps to gain that information. Still, you're not looking so far ahead, when you propose that move, as to be unable to see your first step."
"Why not try to get in touch with some amateur in Cousin Alvin's home town by wireless?" Hal suggested.
"That's the very thing I was in hope one of you would propose," Mr. Perry replied. "You boys haven't by any means exhausted the possibilities of your radio outfit."
"We have no Canadian call book," said Hal, "but perhaps I can induce one of the amateurs we've been talking with to look up the call of one or more amateurs in Port Hope and give them to me."