“I know what,” said Frank. “He loves music. We’re camping for the night. Although”—with a look at the sun—“there isn’t much night, is there? Well, anyhow, it’s nighttime in Edmonton, where that new broadcasting station was set up last Spring. Let’s rig up our radio and see if we can’t pick up their concert, just for luck. What do you say?”
“I say, good,” declared Jack.
“Edmonton’s long way off,” objected Bob.
“That’s nothing,” said Jack. “I believe we can pick it up all right.”
“In this northern country we have no static problem, anyway,” said Frank. “We couldn’t send to Edmonton with our equipment, but I’ll bet we can catch.”
While Farnum and Mr. Hampton put their heads together in low-whispered conversation, poring over a map, and while Art and Dick lay outstretched under some fir trees, already disposed for sleep, the three boys quietly got out the necessary equipment from among the luggage and set to work.
“A short distance up the stream,” said Frank, “I saw two firs taller than most, standing alone. They’re a pretty good distance apart, too. We can climb up those trees and string the aerial between them.”
They made their way to the trees noted by Frank, and found them exactly suited to the purpose. Jack and Frank, were lighter than Bob, took turns climbing the trees, and the wires were strung without any great difficulty. They worked busily, and when everything was all connected up, Bob looked at his watch.
“Allowing for the difference in time,” he said, “they’re about ready to begin their concert. On what meter wave length does the Edmonton station send, Frank?”
“I don’t recall. About three hundred and fifty, I suppose. We’ll tune up and try, anyway.”