CHAPTER XII
FORGING AHEAD
The Laytons had hardly finished supper that evening before Jimmy's
cheery whistle was heard outside, and Bob jumped up to let him in.
"Come in, old timer," Bob called to him. "Where's the rest of
the bunch?"
"Oh, I guess they'll be along pretty soon," said Jimmy. "I guess I'm
a bit early, but I was so anxious to get around that I couldn't wait
to come at a respectable time. I suppose I should be boning down for
to-morrow's lessons, but I'd never be able to get my mind on them
until we get our outfit going."
"I feel the same way," said Bob. "But at the rate we're going now
it won't be very long."
"Joe told me you finished the tuning coil this afternoon," said
Jimmy. "I don't understand how you ever did it without my being here
to tell you how, though."
"Oh, we managed to patch it up some way," laughed Bob. "Come on down
and look at it, and see if it's good enough to suit you."
"Lead me to it," said Jimmy, and the two boys went downstairs.
"Say, that's a pippin," said Jimmy, as Bob switched on the light and
he caught sight of the finished tuner. "I couldn't have done it better
myself. You've certainly made a first class job of it."
"We thought it wasn't so bad," admitted Bob modestly. "Especially
when one stops to think that you weren't here to give us the benefit
of your advice.
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