Frank drew the winning stick. The others laughed, clapped him on the back, and without more ado he began pressing the key and sending out the signal.
“Is somebody on duty at the Post wireless station, do you think, MacDonald?” asked Mr. Hampton.
“Somebody there all the time,” the latter replied. “Captain Jameson has found wireless so useful in policing his vast district that he wonders how he ever got along without it.”
“Hurray,” shouted Frank, “listen. They’re answering.”
To those who understood the code, the answer was plain:
“JSN answering. Who are you?”
“MacDonald,” tapped off Frank, grinning mischievously.
The receptor sounded almost angry.
“Quit your kidding.”
“No, I mean it,” replied Frank. “This is MacDonald of the Mounted.”