The Radio Boys at Mountain Pass; Or, The Midnight Call for Assistance
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CHAPTER XVI
THE MODERN MIRACLE
"I bet you're cold," said Bob, sympathetically. "Never mind, we'llhave you warmed up in a jiffy now."
As a matter of fact, the big hotel was even then looming before them,and in a moment more they entered its doors, to find to their delightthat a roaring fire was burning in the grate of the big living room.
The two girls rushed to it joyfully, holding out their chilled handsto the blaze, snuggling to its warmth like two half-frozen kittens.
They happened to have the big room all to themselves at that moment,and, after having drawn chairs up to the fire for Mrs. Salper and thegirls, the boys excused themselves and hurried back to the spot wherethey had dropped their bags of nuts when the cry for help hadinterrupted them in their occupation.
"Never do to lose the fruits of our labor," said Herb, grinning, as hepicked up his own particular bag.
The other boys did likewise, and they were soon hurrying back to thehotel again, talking excitedly about the rescue of the Salper girls.
"It's mighty lucky we happened to be near enough to hear the cries forhelp," said Joe, soberly. "It would have been pretty hard for them tohave forced their way through those drifts alone, half numbed as theywere."
"Yes," agreed Bob. "It's pretty nice to think of them warm and snugbefore the fire just now."
"Queer," observed Jimmy as they neared the house, "that we should havebeen talking about them just at the time the thing happened."
"Queer," said Herb patronizingly, "but not half so queer, Doughnuts,as the modern miracles that happen every day----"
"Take radio, for instance," finished Bob, and they entered the hotellaughing.
They found the two girls recovered from their fright and quite a gooddeal happier than they had been a few minutes before. They regardedthe radio boys with interest, and it was clear that the girls and Mrs.Salper had been talking about them during their absence.
"You're often called the 'radio boys,' aren't you?" challenged Edna,as the boys drew chairs up to the fire.
"Why, I guess so," said Bob, with a smile. "Lots of folks call usthat."
"Dad was up at the radio station the other day and the operator therewas enthusiastic about you," said Ruth Salper, in her direct way."Said that if you kept on the way you were going, you would soon knowmore about radio than he does himself."
"That's mighty nice of him, but I'm afraid he was boosting us toohigh," replied Bob, trying hard not to show how pleased he was.
"That fellow at the station has forgotten more about radio than weever knew," added Joe modestly, but in his heart he was as pleased atthe praise as Bob was. It is always nice to receive commendation fromsome one who is an authority.
"You're very modest," teased Edna gaily. "But when dad says anythingnice about anybody he generally means it. He doesn't say nice thingsvery often----" She caught a glance of reproof from her mother and bither lip penitently.
"You mustn't say unkind things about your father, Edna," said Mrs.Salper, gently. "You know he is worn to death with business worries.If we could once succeed in making him forget his responsibilities, hewould be as jolly and fun-loving as he used to be."
"Yes, dad used to be no end of fun," said Ruth, adding, with a fiercelittle frown and a clenching of her fists; "I just wish I could gethold of whoever's worrying him so. I'd give them something to worryabout for a change."
Then, seeming to realize that the boys might not be interested in herpersonal affairs--though as a matter of fact they were interested,extremely so--the girl tactfully turned the conversation to somethingwhich she thought might interest them.
"Could we see your radio set?" she asked, impulsively. "We'd just loveto have you tell us about it. As much as we could understand," sheadded, with a smile for the boys.
Mrs. Salper protested feebly, but so eager were the boys to show offtheir set to the girl radio fans that her opposition was overcomealmost at once.
Then followed a happy hour during which the radio boys talkedlearnedly of condensers and amplifiers and different kinds ofreceivers until the admiration of the girls mounted almost to awe.
"My, but it sounds worse than Greek!" cried Edna Salper once, as shebent absorbedly over the apparatus that worked such miracles and boresuch high-sounding names. "This is the tuning apparatus, isn't it?"she asked, gingerly touching the wire coil. "It seems almostimpossible that you can tune to any wave length with this thing, justas the piano tuner can tune the wires of his instrument to the propersound vibration."
"It--the whole thing--seems impossible," added Ruth, while Mrs. Salperfound herself quite as interested as her daughters.
"Yes, that's the way it seemed to us at first," agreed Bob, his eyesshining. "When Doctor Dale told us we could make a set for ourselveswe could hardly believe him. But it didn't seem a bit hard once we gotstarted and learned the hang of it."
"You mean to say that you made this set yourselves?" asked Mrs.Salper, with interest.
"Oh, this is nothing. We've made lots of 'em," said Jimmy proudly, atwhich Herb promptly kicked him under the table. The injured Jimmyglared at his assailant, but the others were too much interested inthe subject to notice him.
"You see this is a comparatively small set," Bob explained.
"But we're working on a powerful apparatus now," broke in Joe eagerly."And when we have that in working shape we'll be able to send as wellas receive."
"Well, I think you're just as smart as father said you were," saidRuth, and at this candid compliment the confused boys thought it timeto change the subject.
"How about listening in a while?" suggested Bob, struck by a suddeninspiration. "We ought to be just about in time to catch the afternoonconcert--if there is one. Would you like to find out?"
"Would we?" cried Edna, enthusiastically. "Indeed we would!"
"Just try us," added Ruth happily.
So the boys showed them how to fit the head-phones, not using theloudspeaker they had made from the phonograph horn, and adjusted thetuning apparatus to the proper wave length, and the girls answered tothe thrill of catching music magically from the ether just as the boyshad done on that never-to-be-forgotten evening when their firstconcert had reached them over the wires of their first receiving set.Crude it seemed to them now in the light of later improvements, but aninstrument of magic it had been to them that night.
No wonder that the boys felt a warm and real friendship for the Salpergirls--and Mrs. Salper, too--a friendship that would have beensurprising, considering the shortness of their acquaintance, had itnot been that they were all radio fans, dyed in the wool.
So quickly did the time fly that Mrs. Salper was amazed and apologeticwhen she found how long they had lingered.
"We must hurry!" she exclaimed, starting toward the door, the girlsreluctantly following. "Your father will surely think we are all lostin a snowdrift."
"Which two of us came very near being," added Edna, with a laugh.
"Don't joke about it," said Ruth, with a shiver. "I must say beingburied in a snowdrift wasn't very pleasant--while it lasted."
The radio boys insisted upon accompanying the Salpers home, explainingthat they could show them the shortest path. Gaily they started outand before they had reached the Salper place the friendship which hadbegun the evening of the concert with their mutual interest in radio,became steadily stronger.
It was plain that, besides being grateful to them for having come tothe help of the girls, Mrs. Salper liked the boys for their own sakes.
When they reached the house she begged them to come in with her sothat Mr. Salper might have the opportunity of thanking them for theirkindness.
The boys skillfully avoided accepting this invitation by pointing outthat it was getting late and the path would be hard to find in thedusk.
"Thanks ever so much for everything," Ruth Salper called after them asthey started off, and Edna added:
"We're going to frighten dad into getting us a radio set bythreatening to
make one ourselves!"
"I shouldn't wonder if they could make a set, at that," said Bobthoughtfully, as they tramped on alone. "They're smart enough."
"For girls," added Herb, condescendingly.
Whereupon Jimmy turned and eyed him scornfully.
"Say, where do you get that stuff?" he jeered. "If those girlscouldn't make a better radio set than you, I'd sure feel sorry forthem."
"Ha! I'll wash your face for saying that," was the quick answer, andthe next instant Jimmy felt some snow on his ear. Then began a snowbattle between all the boys which lasted until they reached the hotel.