“But where are you going to hang out? Your Uncle Bob isn’t there any more.”
“With old Dan, the oysterman. He’ll be tickled, I think, and I’ll pay my way.”
“Don’t get hurt, old fellow. I wish I could go with you.”
“You bet I wish you could, Bill. But you pick up what you can and maybe you’ll have a chance to get it to me in some way.”
“Oh, Gus, I know a scheme: That portable set we made Tompkins—it’s in his room. He would be tickled, for he liked Tony, and he has gone to Saranac Lake. They’ve got one up there, so he didn’t take this. We’ll get in his room and get it for you to take along. Then I’ll stay here, glue my ear to the phones and radio you everything I know, for they are all away, and I can use their transmitter.”
“Portable idea is fine, Bill, but all the rest is bunk. What, really, can you do here?”
“Well, then, I know: We’ll swipe the keys, unhook the school transmitting set and I’ll go with you and set it up at Oysterman Dan’s. Then we can work together.”
“Fine! But how about the license?”
“Got one. Merely change of locality, and my own license will let me operate anywhere. Let’s get busy.”