The Radio Boys at Mountain Pass Part 5

"They could have hidden them, intending to come back after dark and get them," replied Bob. "I'm going to question them anyway. Buck Looker isn't going to put anything like that over on us."

"They'll only lie out of it," prophesied Jimmy pessimistically.

"We can see from the way they talk and act whether they are lying or not," returned Bob. "At any rate I'm going to take a chance."

They all went back rapidly toward the house, and reached there just in time to see Buck and his cronies vanishing around the back.

"They've seen us coming and tried to dodge," cried Joe.

"That won't do them any good," replied Bob, quickening his speed. "We can beat them running any day."

The truth of his words was quickly demonstrated when they drew up abreast of the three, who slowed to a walk when they saw it was no use trying to evade their pursuers.

"What are you running away for?" queried Bob, as he stepped in front of Buck.

"None of your business," answered Buck snapishly. "I might ask you what you are running for."

"And if you did, I'd tell you mighty quick," answered Bob. "I was running after you to ask you what you did with the bags of nuts you found under the trees."

Buck tried to put on a look of surprise, but the attempt was a failure.

"I--I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.

Every tone and every look betrayed that he was not telling the truth, and Bob went straight to the point.

"Yes, you do," he retorted. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. You found those bags under the trees where we had dropped them when the bear chased us, and you've hidden them somewhere intending to come back for them later. We've got you dead to rights, and you'd better come across and come across quick."

Buck hesitated a moment, but the look in Bob's eyes told him what was in store for him if he refused, and again he concluded that discretion was the better part of valor.

"Oh, were those yours?" he said, with an affectation of surprise. "We did find a few nuts and laid them aside for the owners if they should come back for them. I had forgotten all about it."

"It's too bad that your memory is so poor," remarked Bob grimly.

"Suppose you come along and show us where you laid them aside so carefully for their owners."

Again Buck hesitated and seemed inclined to refuse, but the menace in Bob's eyes had not lessened, and he reluctantly shuffled back to the woods in front of the house and pointed out a hollow tree.

"There you'll find your old nuts," he snarled viciously. "That is, if they are yours. Ten to one they belong to somebody else." And with this Parthian shot, which the boys disregarded in their eagerness to regain their property, he slunk away, followed by Lutz and Mooney, the discomfited faces of the three of them as black as thunder clouds.

CHAPTER V

A STARTLING ACCUSATION

Elated and triumphant, the radio boys shouldered their bags and set out for home.

"This is the end of a perfect day," chanted Joe, as they trudged along, tired in body but light in heart.

"For us perhaps, but not for Buck and his crowd," chuckled Herb.

"And those sneak thieves were the fellows who were talking about burglars," laughed Jimmy.

The sun had gone down before the radio boys left the woods, and it was full night by the time they reached their homes and disburdened themselves of their load of nuts.

"I was going to ask you fellows to come around tonight and listen in on the broadcasting concert," said Bob, as they reached his gate; "but I guess our folks will be so much excited about the bear that they can't talk or think of anything else."

"That's bearly possible," chuckled Herb, and grinned at the indignation of his companions at the pun.

"But I think there'll be something doing at church tomorrow on the subject of radio," continued Bob. "You fellows must be sure to be there. I heard Doctor Dale talking about it to father."

"I'll be there if I can wake up in time," said Jimmy. "But just now I feel as if I could sleep through the next twenty-four hours straight.

I'll be like one of the seven sleepers of Pegasus."

"Ephesus, I guess you mean," laughed Bob. "Pegasus was a horse."

"Is that so?" replied Jimmy. "Well, that's a horse on me. Don't hit me," he begged, as Bob made a pa.s.s at him. "I'm stiff and sore all over, without having that big ham of yours land on me."

Bob laughed and went up the steps, while the others made their ways to their respective homes not many doors away.

As they had antic.i.p.ated, the telling of the adventures that they had gone through that day was listened to with breathless interest by all the members of their families. At places in the story there was laughter, but more frequently there were exclamations of alarm mingled with great relief that they had come through safely.

"I tell you," said Bob, as he finished telling of the matter to his parents. "I felt mighty cheap to think that I had run like mad from a bear that, as the Italian said, was simply trying to 'maka frens' with me."

"It was rather amusing after it was all over," a.s.sented his father, with a smile. "But after all you were very wise to act as you did. It isn't by any means certain that the bear would have been as friendly with you as he was with his master, and resistance of any kind might have awakened all his savage instincts. I am very doubtful about the bear thinking it was only a game when he was climbing up after you.

But even if he did, you had no reason to suppose it. For all you knew he might have escaped from a circus or menagerie and might have been ready to tear you in pieces."

"That was my first thought; that is, as soon as I could think calmly about anything," answered Bob. "But, after all, a miss is as good as a mile, and he didn't get us. He came mighty near it though."

"The most serious outcome of the whole thing will probably be the matter of the broken roof," said Mr. Layton meditatively. "It will probably cost considerable to put it in perfect shape again. But, after all, that doesn't count for anything as long as you boys weren't hurt. I'll see Looker about it on Monday and fix the matter up with him."

"And of course the fathers of the other fellows will chip in on the expense," said Bob. "I'd like to hear what Buck is telling his father about it tonight," he continued, with a grin. "By the time he gets through, we'll have pulled the whole house down."

The next morning all the boys were at church in time for the morning service, even Jimmy, who walked very stiffly and smelled strongly of arnica.

"You fellows needn't sniff as though I had the plague," he protested, as his friends lifted their nostrils inquiringly. "I was the fellow who was underneath when you fell on me like a thousand of brick. You got off easy, while I had all the worst of it. But then I'm used to that," he concluded, sighing heavily.

"Cheer up, old boy," said Joe, clapping him on the back, at which poor Jimmy winced. "The first hundred years is the worst. After that you won't mind it. But now we'd better get in if we want to sit together, for there's a bigger congregation here than usual."

Doctor Dale, the friend and counselor of the boys in radio, as in many other things, was in the pulpit. He was a very eloquent preacher and was always sure of a good congregation. But as Joe had said, the church was even fuller than usual that morning, and there was a general stir of expectancy, as though something unusual was in prospect.

The attention of the boys was attracted at once by a small disk-like contrivance right in front of the preacher's desk. It had never been there before. They recognized it at once as a microphone, but to the majority of the audience its purpose was a complete mystery, and many curious glances were fixed upon it.

There were the customary preliminary services, and then Doctor Dale came forward to the desk.

"Before beginning my sermon this morning," he said, "I want to explain what will seem to some an unusual departure from custom, but which I hope will justify itself to such an extent as to become a regular feature of our service.

"There is no reason why the benefits of that service should be confined to the persons gathered within these four walls. There are thousands outside who by the means of radio, that most wonderful invention of the present century, can hear every word of this service just as readily as you who are seated in the pews. The prayers, the hymns, the organ music, the sermon, the benediction--they can hear it all. The only thing they will miss will be the privilege of putting their money in the collection plate."