“Fine. We got them all without any trouble.” While this conversation was going on the farmer and his wife stood with open mouths watching.
“What do yer call that thing?” he asked after Jack had said good-bye.
“It’s a pocket radiophone.”
“Don’t use no wires, eh.”
“No, the waves are carried through the ether.”
“I want ter know. I’ve heered tell on ’em but never tuk much stock in ’em before now. But I reckon as how ye was really talkin’ ter somebody.”
“I was talking to my brother.”
“An’ where might he be?”
“He is somewhere to the west of here, about thirty miles away I should judge.”
“Do tell. Mandy did ye ever hear the beat of that?”