Bob was the first to speak.
"Dad'll get it out of him," he said
"I'm hungry," said Frank plaintively.
At that moment, Gabby Pete poked his head from the doorway of the
kitchen. Seeing the boys, he called:
"Come an' git it."
The three started on the run for the dining room, their youthful
spirits rebounding from the depressing scene in the room they had just
quit in answer to the tang of a perfect day and the cook's breakfast
call. Bob suddenly halted with an exclamation.
"How about Dad?"
"Oh, he's too busy to miss his breakfast," said Frank. "Anyhow, we can
get the cook to put up something for him."
"Yes, I'll speak to Pete about it," said Jack. "Come on."
They ate hungrily with little conversation. Pete hovered near and his
presence restrained them from talking about the topic that was
uppermost in their minds.
"How about taking a look at the radio plant?" asked Jack when they had
ended breakfast.
The others agreed eagerly. They were in the act of leaving the table
when Mr. Temple appeared. They crowded about him with questions.
"Easy, easy there," he protested. "I'm hungry as a hunter. Suppose
you boys wait outside for me while I get a bite, and then I'll join
you."
When Mr.
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