"Make a Weather Bureau of our own, Mr. Levin? I think it would be great!" "I think myself that you'd get a lot of fun out of it," said the Forecaster, "but the real idea is that you'd be helping Anton, yes, helping him more even than when you rescued him from the drifting house during the flood, because you'd be giving him a start in life. It's a piece of work that's worth the doing, Ross." "It's a bully scheme, sir," agreed the boy, waving his hand to another lad who was coming up the road. "I'm game to do all I can." "You'll have a good deal to do," the Weather Man warned him. "I know you're practically the leader of the neighborhood and the boys follow you. I've spoken to a few of the fellows and asked them to meet me here this afternoon, but I wanted to see you first. I've just come from your house and they said you were over here. It's got to be a boys' deal, through and through." Ross thought for a moment. "You said, sir, we oughtn't to let Anton know. I think, perhaps, we ought to keep it dark. But I'd like to talk to Bob Portlett about it, if you don't mind. He doesn't talk much, but the chaps put a lot of stock in what he says. Bob and I are pretty thick, you know." "Of course, talk things over with him. I spoke to him about it yesterday. You two go into executive session, while I go up to the house a minute." He nodded to Bob and strode off across the yard. "Levin been talking to you about Anton, Bob?" Ross asked, as soon as the Forecaster was out of hearing. "Yes," answered Bob, in his abrupt way. "He said you knew all about it." "He only sprung it on me just a few minutes ago," Ross rejoined, "but I think it's a dandy idea," and he proceeded to relate to his friend the outline of the plan. When he had finished, Bob nodded his head. "Count me in," he said, "I'll do anything for Anton." "What'll you do?" "Wireless," was the brief reply. "What's that got to do with weather?" "A lot. I got my new big sending apparatus yesterday and I've got a transmitting license." "Have you?" said Ross in surprise. "I thought they were so awfully hard to get. Don't you have to pass an examination, or something?" "Yes. I passed it. I've still got the small apparatus I used to have, the one you know. I'll give that to Anton, teach him to work it. He can send me his observations and I'll transmit. I've a lot of amateur stations on my string. How's that?" "Fine!" declared Ross enthusiastically, "it would keep the observations up to scratch if the chaps knew they were going to be used. Who else do you think would join in?"