"
"Just for the satisfaction of boasting about it, I suppose," said
Herb. "But I guess he won't say much, about this affair. He'll calm
down for some time to come, anyway."
"We'd never have heard the last of it from that bunch if they had
been able to put something over on us," said Bob. "But never mind
that crowd now. Let's get to work on our panel and see if we can't
get things hitched up in time for the Saturday evening concert.
I'm crazy to get the thing actually finished now."
"No more than I am," said Joe. "Let's go!" His three chums all felt
very much at home in Bob's workroom, and knew where to find the
various tools almost as well as Bob did himself. Jimmy was given the
job of sawing a panel board out of an oak plank, while the others
busied themselves with stripping the insulation from lengths of wire
and scraping the bared ends to be sure of a good, clean connection.
Bob also cleaned and tinned his soldering iron, in preparation for
the numerous soldered joints that it would be necessary to make.
"It seems to me you rest an awful lot in between strokes, Doughnuts,"
said Herbert to that perspiring individual. "Why don't you keep right
on sawing until you get through? It seems to me that would be a lot
better than the way you're doing it."
"If you don't like the way I'm doing this, just come and do it
yourself," was the indignant reply.
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