Then he sank into a chair, shaking his old head feebly.
"Those were the days!" he muttered under his breath. "Those were
the good old days!"
And so the concert finally came to a close and the boys took their
happily weary guests home through the mellow late afternoon, promising
to do the whole thing over some day.
"They sure seemed to enjoy themselves," said Bob as the radio boys
started toward home. "Aunty Bixby is a nice old lady, and as for Joel
Banks--"
"Say, isn't he a dandy?" Joe demanded, and this time Herb and Jimmy
chimed in:
"He sure is!"
CHAPTER XXI
THE VOICE THAT STUTTERED
The following Saturday evening the radio boys were once more assembled
at Bob's house. They were in high spirits, having prepared all their
lessons for the following Monday, and were out for an evening's fun
with their radio outfit. It was too early for the regular concert to
start, but they were experimenting with the set, shifting the sliders
around on the tuning coil in an effort to catch some of the messages
sent out by near-by amateurs. It was sometimes great fun to listen in
on these conversations, and often they wished that they had a sending
set so that they could answer some of the remarks passed out by the
ambitious senders.
For some time they had picked up nothing of interest, and were wishing
for the time to come when the concert was to start, when suddenly a
voice they had never heard before came out of the air.
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