“I saw Mr. Edson early this morning down at the Point, and thought I’d got him to talk himself out for a week to come asking him so many questions about the wireless.”
“Are you going to drop rigging out your plant at the old oak till you see him?”
“We’ll have to. It may be something important Mr. Edson wants to see me about. You come too, Ben.”
“Had I better?”
“You want to, don’t you?”
“Well, I guess!” replied Ben with undisguised fervor. “I’ve envied the way he’s posting you in this wireless ever since I first saw his outfit.”
The boys pursued their way to Sandy Point, passing the old blasted oak. Here Tom took pains to stow the coil of wire safely in a tree. Resuming their walk they neared Sandy Point twenty minutes later.
The Point was a high but level stretch of shore with one or two small houses in its vicinity. It was really a part of Rockley Cove, but the center of the village was half a mile inland.
A high metal framework designated the Point, and could be seen from quite a distance. This, however, was no recent construction nor a beacon point, nor originally erected for its present use as a wireless station.
It had served as a windmill for a farmer who once operated an eighty-acre tract of land. One night his house and barns burned down. For years the spot was abandoned. Recently, however, the Mr. Edson Tom had alluded to had come to Rockley Cove and established “Station Z” at the old windmill.