For a while they were quiet, their minds busy with plans for perfecting their own radio outfits, their imaginations athrill with anticipation of the wonders they were yet to perform.
Then Herb suddenly broke into their dreams with a very practical question.
"Boys, I just happened to think—"
"'Happened' is right," murmured Jimmy, with a grin.
"Even if Joe does get his dad's car," Herb went on, unmoved, "it's only a seven passenger, and there will be ten of us, counting the lame ducks."
"Oh, that'll be all right," said Bob confidently. "We'll hire a jitney of some sort down at the livery."
Thereupon they all plunged into a lively discussion of plans for the concert, and so absorbed were they that they found themselves walking down Main Street before they had any idea that they were near the town.
As they neared the big stone church on the corner they espied a familiar figure mounting the steps of the parsonage.
"Hooray!" shouted Bob, starting on a run down the street. "Just in the nick of time, fellows. There's the doctor himself!"