"But he hasn't called."
"Then there is some good reason, I'll be bound. He knows what he is about when he says to await developments."
"Maybe he does," sighed the elder man. "However, I am not much used to waiting. When I want a thing done, I want it done."
Bob smiled at the characteristic remark.
"You cannot whisk everything off like that," observed he. "Sometimes it is necessary——"
"To wait? Yes, I suppose so," put in Mr. Crowninshield. "Well, I will hold my horses for one more day. But I warn you to-morrow I shall do something. I can't be hanging around like this—not knowing anything or hearing anything."
"It is hard," Bob returned sympathetically.
"It is hard for one born in New York and accustomed to seeing things hum," asserted the owner of Surfside with a wry smile. "Well, we must try to forget it, that's all. Come, get your books and let us go on with our radio lesson from the point where we left it yesterday. The rest of them are waiting and there seems to be nothing better that we can do."
Fortunately Bob was not sensitive enough to be hurt by the thrust.
"I'll be right along," agreed he, "as soon as I have locked up here."