“In that bunch of brush?” laughed Tom.
Then, placing a rallying hand on Bill’s shoulder, he added: “Out with it, Bill, what are you up to?”
Bill’s lips came grimly together.
“You won’t interfere with me, if I tell?”
“Why should I?”
“Well, then, I’m watching your station here.”
“What for?”
“Visitors.”
“Indeed?”
“Trespassers, vandals, I had better say,” went on Bill. “See here, I’m laying for somebody, partly for you, partly because I am interested myself. Tom Barnes, I want you to go straight home and leave me to my own affairs. You’ve got enough confidence in me to believe that I wouldn’t harm you or your friends or your wireless, haven’t you?”