"Everybody hard at work. I got a new job yesterday helping a fellow make a wireless outfit."
"Where?"
"Right here. We're making it in my shop."
"Will you be there to-morrow?"
"Sure. All day."
"We'll call you."
"Good! I'll listen in every hour on the hour. Then you can get me almost any time."
"Bully for you. We're going to fish to-morrow, but we may catch so many in the morning that we won't want to fish after dinner. I'll let you know how we make out. Good luck to you all. Wish you were here. We'll bring you a nice mess of fish, anyway. Good-night."
"Good-night and good luck."
"I wish they were here," said Lew, as Charley covered the instruments to protect them from dampness, and moved over near his chum. "It doesn't seem right to be in the forest without the whole crowd. This makes me think of our camp in the forest near the Elk City reservoir, when we were hot on the trail of the dynamiters. I'd hate to camp out at this time of year without any fire."