All the rest of that afternoon and evening the girls and boys and Miss Alling spent at the radio. Toward evening they had the luck to tune in on the airway of the forest ranger station.
Some one at the station was giving a talk on the prevention of forest fires by radio, and they listened with interest.
“I suppose they wouldn’t stage a little forest fire for us,” said Amy at the end of the talk, removing the phones and rubbing her head where they had pressed. “It would be great fun to see one.”
“It would be more fun not to!” said Burd, decidedly. “That station isn’t far from here. What do you girls say to taking a run over there, soon?”
“We say ‘yes,’” was the enthusiastic response from all.
“The sooner the better,” added Jessie.
Darry came back the next day, but he positively refused to give any reason for his prolonged stay in Gibbonsville. After two or three attempts even his sister gave up questioning him, and Amy was persistent.
“Might just as well try to get information from a wooden idol,” Amy said disgustedly to Jessie. “I think that girl must have thrown a spell over him.”
“Then I should certainly like to remove it,” returned Jessie, moodily. “He isn’t one bit like the old Darry.”
“Who isn’t?”