“But how could a boy like him get fifteen dollars together to spend for a radio set? And he says he is going to get it.”
“Maybe he just dreams he will,” Jessie rejoined more lightly. “Anyway, Amy, let’s not suggest the idea to anybody else. I don’t want to get that red-haired boy in trouble.”
“I declare! How about Mark, who is our friend?” Amy cried. “If Monty picked up the watch and sold it——”
“Mark Stratford can much better afford to lose his watch than that Shannon boy can afford to be accused wrongfully of stealing,” Jessie said quickly. “I should think you would see that, Amy Drew.”
“Oh, well, I suppose you are right,” agreed the other girl. “Just the same, if we helped Mark to recover his watch our having important parts on the radio program—or on some program—would be all plain sailing. Mark would say: ‘Anything I can do for you, girls?’ You know how generous he is, anyway. Oh dear! I am afraid there will be heartaches over this concert program.”
“Oh! I hope not!” cried Jessie.
“What do you suppose is scheduled on the ether for right now? Come on, if your mother doesn’t want your help any longer, and let’s listen in,” said Amy.
The Roselawn radio girls were at the receiving set in Jessie’s room much of the time, both day and evening, when there was nothing else of importance to do. Now, when they opened the switch and put the phones to their ears they ran against a trouble that many an amateur finds and at first does not understand the cause of.
“Why, here!” cried Amy after a minute. “I don’t hear good. Do you, Jess? Is there something the matter with my phones?”
“I hear the signals waning, too,” returned her chum. “And the sounds started strong. Funny.”