But as he opened the door they heard the buzzing of the radio instrument which they had left on the table.
“That’s Edna,” Jack cried as he picked it up. “Hello.”
“Goodness, but I’ve been trying to get you for about an hour,” Edna’s voice came from out of the ether. “How soon are you coming down?”
“Lets’s see. It’s half past eight now. We’ll be there in time for dinner if nothing happens. Tell Jane we are bringing a big mess of trout,” Jack replied.
“Well there’s a man here to see you. Says his name is Jim Carson and he’s a revenue officer.”
“Jim Carson! He’s the man who was hunting the moonshiners up on Mount Bigelow last summer,” Jack declared. “What does he want?”
“Wants to see you, and he’s in a hurry so you’d better get a hustle.”
“Hustle is our middle name when Jim’s after us,” Jack laughed. “Tell him we’ll try to make it by eleven o’clock.”
“What do you suppose Jim wants?” Jack asked turning to Bob who was standing close by listening to the conversation.
“Ask me something easy, but he can have it if it’s anything we can give him, that goes without saying,” Bob replied and Jack nodded assent The officer was sitting on the front porch when, at five minutes past eleven, the two boys dismounted in front of the house.