"I suppose it would be no use to listen in for O'Connel again," remarked Mr. Crowninshield.
"I will if you like," Bob responded. "I doubt, though, if it would do any good."
"No, I guess it wouldn't. We shall just have to wait," sighed the man.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE NET TIGHTENS
When on the morrow no call of any kind came from O'Connel Mr. Crowninshield was, as his son expressed it, "fit to be tied."
"I can't see why we do not hear something to-day," fumed he. "He can't expect us to wait developments forever. Are you sure you did not miss the signal, Bob."
"I don't see how I could have missed it," replied the operator patiently.