Then, seeing that he had hurt Ben’s feelings, he said kindly:
“That’s all right, Ben; you mean well, but if Aunt Samantha won’t let me have the money alone, she won’t give it to the two of us.”
It had been growing dusk as the chums proceeded on their way. They passed through the village and beyond it, and finally approached the wireless station. Tom was fumbling in his pocket for the key to the trap door when Ben suddenly caught his arm.
“Tom, hold on!”
“What’s the matter?” questioned Tom.
“Look yonder!”
Ben pointed directly at the old windmill framework. Both stared intently.
Climbing up one of the outer girders was a boy. As he reached the level of the window of the little aerial room aloft, he swung towards it, in some deft way lifted or pried up the sash, and disappeared suddenly from view.
BEN POINTED DIRECTLY AT THE OLD WINDMILL FRAMEWORK.