“And to think that I’m the poor fellow that’s supposed to open the show!” exclaimed Bob. 207
“My, I’ll be as glad to get it over with as you will, Joe.”
“That’s saying a mouthful,” replied his friend. “Oh, what a relief it will be!”
“If the audience can stand it, you two ought to be able to,” said Larry, cruelly. “Quit your worrying.”
“I guess if the audience can stand you, it won’t mind us,” returned Bob, giving Larry a friendly poke in the ribs. “Guess that will hold you a little while, old timer.”
Before Larry could think of a suitable retort they had entered the transmitting room, and he had to postpone his reply for the time being.
Mr. Allard was already there.
“How do you feel?” he asked them, in greeting. “Probably a trifle nervous?”
“Just a little bit,” Bob admitted. “I think we’ll make out all right, though.”
“Good!” replied the manager. “Don’t get rattled, and you’ll go over all right. From what Mr. Brandon has told me, you don’t either of you rattle easily, though.”