CHAPTER XIII
FULL OF PROMISE
“What do you mean ’good job’?” asked Larry, incredulously, and yet with a note of hope in his voice. “You know I can’t even get around easily yet.”
“Yes, but you’re getting stronger every day,” argued Bob. “In a week or so you won’t know yourself. Now, here’s the proposition we’ve got for you,” and Bob proceeded to outline the plan that they had worked out the previous evening. As he proceeded, a light came into the sick boy’s eyes that had not been there since the accident, and a touch of color crept into his cheeks.
“Say!” he broke out, when Bob had finished, “you fellows are about the best friends that anybody ever had.”
“Oh, nonsense!” exclaimed Bob. “Why, you know well enough that you’d do anything in the world for one of us if our positions were reversed.”
“Well, it will be simply wonderful for me,” 120 said Larry. “Of course, though, I may be counting the chickens before they are hatched. The manager of the station may not like my act, you know.”
“It’s more a question of whether the public will like it or not,” said Joe. “Mr. Brandon seems to be sure that the manager will give you a try-out, and I guess they’ll soon find out whether your act is popular or not. Judging from the applause you got in the theater that night, I should certainly say it was.”
“I only wish I were strong enough to go right away,” said Larry. “But I guess I won’t be able to go this week, anyway.”