"I'm afraid it is, but I'll eat my words--and glad to do it--if Cub's
father and our fathers let us go."

"We've all got some persuading to do, there's no doubt o' that," Cub
admitted; "but I hope we'll succeed. I'll talk to father in the morning
at the breakfast table and call you fellows up an' let you know what he
says. Now I'll call Mr. Robinson Crusoe again and tell 'im I'll call 'im
in the morning and let 'im know what we can do."

He had no difficulty in getting the "island prisoner" again, for the
latter was waiting eagerly for a message of hope. Cub, however, was
cautious in this regard, saying nothing about the plan of himself and his
two radio friends. He merely told "Mr. Crusoe" that he would do the best
he could for him and would call him next day, specifying the hour. Then
Bud and Hal went their separate ways homeward.

At 8:30 next morning Cub called Hal on the telephone and inquired:

"Hello, Hal, did you talk to your folks about our plan?"

"Yes," was the reply; "and I just got through talking with Bud over the
wire before you called up."

"Well, how does it stand?"

"His folks won't let him go and my folks won't let me go unless some
experienced man goes along with us."

"Hooray! we win!" yelled Cub. "Father thinks it's a peach of an adventure
and he's almost as crazy over it as we were last night. He says 'yes'