CHAPTER XXIII
THE FIRST VENTURE
“They’re regular sharks, those boys,” said Larry, who was thoroughly enjoying Mr. Reed’s discomfiture. “I think they’d be able to stick Mr. Edison, I’ll be blest if I don’t.”
“Nonsense,” laughed Bob. “We’re only asking about things we don’t understand ourselves. You know the did saying, ‘a fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer.’”
“Hey, there, speak for yourself!” exclaimed Joe. “You may be a fool, but don’t class me under that heading.”
“I was only speaking figuratively, as the profs say,” laughed Bob. “I don’t want you to take me too literally, of course.”
“All I’ve got to say is, that you’re both pretty well up on radio,” said Mr. Reed. “Are you a shark too, Larry?”
“Not I,” answered Larry. “I’ve been trying to learn something about it since I met Bob and Joe here, but I can’t say that I’ve made much progress. 198 Besides, you can’t do much learning in a hospital,” he added, with a rueful laugh.
“It isn’t what you would call an ideal place,” admitted Mr. Reed. “But now that you’re working here, you ought to pick it up pretty soon.”
“I’m going to make a real try at it now,” promised Larry. “It’s a shame to be so ignorant about the business that’s giving you a living.”