"Yes, I don't think he'll come bothering around here in a hurry,
Dad," said Bob. "I always thought he had a streak of yellow in him,
and now I'm sure of it."
"Most bullies have," observed Mr. Layton, as he rose to go down to
the store. "I'm glad you caught him at it before he had a chance to
do any damage, because I'm getting interested in that radio business
myself. If you boys really get it going with the apparatus that
you've made yourselves you'll deserve a lot of credit."
"Well, we'll soon know whether it works or not," said Bob. "We hope
to have it in shape to test out to-night."
"So soon?" said Mr. Layton, surprised. "That will be fine! I hope you
won't be disappointed," and he went out on his way down to the store.
He had been gone hardly half an hour when Bob heard a cheerful chorus
of whistles outside, and knew that his friends had arrived bright and
early, as they had promised.
"Here we are, right on the job," said Jimmy, as Bob opened the door
for them. "But say, what's happened to you? You look as though you'd
been in a fight."
"There's nothing surprising about that, because I have been in
a fight," replied Bob, grinning.
"With whom?" they all asked at once.
"An old friend of ours--dear old Buck Looker," responded Bob.
"Well, what--what--when did you see him to fight with him?"
stuttered Jimmy.
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