"Why, what does it mean?" Frank managed to ask.
"The jig's up, b'gosh!"
"Dot vos id," agreed the Dutch boy.
"I do not understand," confessed Frank. "You should be playing in Tornton to-night."
"Waal, we ain't there."
"Tornton don'd peen us in to-nighd," averred Hans.
"But why not? Has the company——"
"Busted—that's it."
"Gone der spoudt ub," further explained Hans.
"Is it possible?"