And that is what he and Harry did. When the second supper had been cleared away—though, truth to tell Ted did not leave much in the way of food on the table—the two boys “fussed” over the radio instrument, “picking up” distant stations.
It was not long after Mrs. Martin had received the joyful news of Ted’s safety over the telephone that her husband and the other searchers came back to Mount Major. The first thing Mr. Martin asked was:
“Any news?”
“The very best!” cried his wife, happily. “Teddy’s in the woods cabin of Mr. Brixton.”
“I know where his place is!” said Tod Everett. “My, but I’m glad that boy’s found!”
“So am I,” murmured Mr. Martin, and all the lumbermen said the same thing.
“I didn’t want to speak about it before,” went on the foreman to Mr. Martin. “But there are wildcats in the woods—lynx, you know. I was afraid some of them might have scared the boy.”
“I hope they didn’t,” replied the father.
But if Ted had not exactly been frightened by the bobcat, he was so near to it that, as Tod Everett said later, “they wa’n’t no fun in it!”
In a short time Mr. Martin and the foreman were on their way in the automobile to Mr. Brixton’s cabin, and there Ted was found, joyfully listening to music caught by the wireless instrument which worked just as well, and perhaps better, in the lonely woods than it does in your city home, if you live in the city.