Danny Orlis Goes to School Read Online Free Page B
Author: Bernard Palmer
Tags: Children's Fiction, Christian fiction, High School, teens, christian testimony, choices and consequences
hall, his cousin turned the other way quickly and hurried past.
Back home after supper Danny went down into his room to write a letter home to his folks, trying hard to make it sound as happy and carefree as he knew they wanted him to be.
Meanwhile, in Larry's radio room on the other side of the partition the guys began to gather, coming down the stairs by ones and twos.
"Where's that preacher cousin of yours?" He heard one of the guys ask, tauntingly.
"Let's quit worrying about that stupid cousin of mine and get in here," Larry said, "so we can get the door shut."
"Did you get your broadcasting outfit fixed?" someone asked.
"Got the condenser after school," Larry replied. Then the door must have closed because he didn't hear them anymore.
Danny stared at the half-finished letter on the desk before him and began to write again. There was a timid little knock at the door.
He got up wearily to open it. A red-haired, freckle-faced lad about his own age was standing there. He remembered having seen him the night before, but he didn't know his name.
"I'm Glen Davis," the newcomer said. "I don't think you know me, but I just had to come over and talk to you tonight."
Danny shut the door and motioned his guest to a chair. "Sure thing," he said, curious to learn what his visitor had to say.
Young Davis sat down across from Danny, and for a moment or two the silence hung like a curtain between them.
"I was at the movie last night with the rest of the guys," Glen said at last. "I'm a Christian too, but I haven't had the nerve to turn around and leave like you did when I get in a spot like that. I...I've felt lots of times as though I wanted to, but I've always been afraid of what the other guys would say."
Danny looked at him questioningly.
"But last night when I saw you go out," Glen went on, "I began to see how wrong I've been. I...I did the same thing a couple of minutes later."
"You...you did?" Danny echoed.
The newcomer nodded.
For a moment Danny couldn't say anything. A few minutes before he had been all alone in Iron Mountain without even one friend. Now he had Glen Davis, who was also a Christian. A big smile broke across his face.
They talked for a time like old friends. Then Glen got up and reached for his coat. "I've got to be going now. Why don't we go down to the drugstore and get a soda?"
"That sounds good," Danny replied. "I'll get my coat."
They started out the door when Danny stopped suddenly.
"Listen!" he exclaimed. "Somebody's sending Morse code."
"Sure," Glen replied, "that's Larry and the gang. They come over and broadcast every once in a while."
One of the guys on the other side of the door was talking in a muffled voice. "This is station RATS. Rats. Are there any cats out that way?" The guys in the room laughed uproariously.
"I wonder if they could beâ" Danny said slowly, the smile leaving his face.
"What are you talking about?" Glen demanded.
"Do those guys stay on one frequency, or do they broadcast across the band, Glen?" he asked.
His companion shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know enough about radio to know," he said. "I just joined the club a month ago. Why? What's wrong?"
"When we flew here from Minneapolis, just before school started, we were almost wrecked in the mountains because someone was jamming the radio signal we were to come in on," he explained. "It was someone who was broadcasting a lot of silly stuff like that. It could have been Larry!"
"What's so bad about that?" Glen asked.
"It's a penitentiary offense," Danny said slowly. "And I...I promised Clarence Gray that I'd send him any information I uncovered."
â Listen! Somebodyâs sending Morse code!â
Chapter Seven
A DIFFICULT PROMISE TO KEEP
" D O you mean they could put them in jail just for broadcasting?" Glen asked.
Danny nodded. The sweat was standing out on his forehead, and his hands were trembling.
"But what's so bad about that?" Glen asked. "They aren't hurting anybody. It sounds
Back home after supper Danny went down into his room to write a letter home to his folks, trying hard to make it sound as happy and carefree as he knew they wanted him to be.
Meanwhile, in Larry's radio room on the other side of the partition the guys began to gather, coming down the stairs by ones and twos.
"Where's that preacher cousin of yours?" He heard one of the guys ask, tauntingly.
"Let's quit worrying about that stupid cousin of mine and get in here," Larry said, "so we can get the door shut."
"Did you get your broadcasting outfit fixed?" someone asked.
"Got the condenser after school," Larry replied. Then the door must have closed because he didn't hear them anymore.
Danny stared at the half-finished letter on the desk before him and began to write again. There was a timid little knock at the door.
He got up wearily to open it. A red-haired, freckle-faced lad about his own age was standing there. He remembered having seen him the night before, but he didn't know his name.
"I'm Glen Davis," the newcomer said. "I don't think you know me, but I just had to come over and talk to you tonight."
Danny shut the door and motioned his guest to a chair. "Sure thing," he said, curious to learn what his visitor had to say.
Young Davis sat down across from Danny, and for a moment or two the silence hung like a curtain between them.
"I was at the movie last night with the rest of the guys," Glen said at last. "I'm a Christian too, but I haven't had the nerve to turn around and leave like you did when I get in a spot like that. I...I've felt lots of times as though I wanted to, but I've always been afraid of what the other guys would say."
Danny looked at him questioningly.
"But last night when I saw you go out," Glen went on, "I began to see how wrong I've been. I...I did the same thing a couple of minutes later."
"You...you did?" Danny echoed.
The newcomer nodded.
For a moment Danny couldn't say anything. A few minutes before he had been all alone in Iron Mountain without even one friend. Now he had Glen Davis, who was also a Christian. A big smile broke across his face.
They talked for a time like old friends. Then Glen got up and reached for his coat. "I've got to be going now. Why don't we go down to the drugstore and get a soda?"
"That sounds good," Danny replied. "I'll get my coat."
They started out the door when Danny stopped suddenly.
"Listen!" he exclaimed. "Somebody's sending Morse code."
"Sure," Glen replied, "that's Larry and the gang. They come over and broadcast every once in a while."
One of the guys on the other side of the door was talking in a muffled voice. "This is station RATS. Rats. Are there any cats out that way?" The guys in the room laughed uproariously.
"I wonder if they could beâ" Danny said slowly, the smile leaving his face.
"What are you talking about?" Glen demanded.
"Do those guys stay on one frequency, or do they broadcast across the band, Glen?" he asked.
His companion shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know enough about radio to know," he said. "I just joined the club a month ago. Why? What's wrong?"
"When we flew here from Minneapolis, just before school started, we were almost wrecked in the mountains because someone was jamming the radio signal we were to come in on," he explained. "It was someone who was broadcasting a lot of silly stuff like that. It could have been Larry!"
"What's so bad about that?" Glen asked.
"It's a penitentiary offense," Danny said slowly. "And I...I promised Clarence Gray that I'd send him any information I uncovered."
â Listen! Somebodyâs sending Morse code!â
Chapter Seven
A DIFFICULT PROMISE TO KEEP
" D O you mean they could put them in jail just for broadcasting?" Glen asked.
Danny nodded. The sweat was standing out on his forehead, and his hands were trembling.
"But what's so bad about that?" Glen asked. "They aren't hurting anybody. It sounds
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