"There's the other station answering!" said Dick, excitedly, after
a moment. "Isn't it lucky that it's such a fine day, Harry? See,
there it is, over there!"

"Let me have the glasses," said Harry, taking the binoculars from
Dick. "Yes, you're right! They're on the top of a hill, just
about where I thought we'd find them, too. Come on! We've got no
time to waste. They're a good seven miles from here, and we've a
lot more to do yet."

Below stairs the old gentleman tried to stop them.

He was very curious by this time, for he had been thinking about
them and it had struck him that they were too much in earnest to
simply be enjoying lark. But Harry and Dick, while they met his
questions politely, refused to enlighten him.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Harry, when the old gentleman pressed him
too hard. "But I really think we mustn't tell you why we're here.
But if you would like to hear of it later, we'll be glad to come
to see you and explain everything."

"Bless my soul!" said the old man. "When I was a boy we didn't
think so much of ourselves, I can tell you! But then we didn't
have any Boy Scouts, either!"

It was hard to tell from his manner whether that was intended for
a compliment or not. But they waited no longer. In a trice they
were on their motorcycles and off again. And when they drew near
to the hilltop whence the signals had come, Harry stopped. For a