“It’s strange. Do you know I intended to call on you to-day.”
“On us?” cried Carl in wonder.
“Yes. You see I am from Raymondsville, the next town. My name is Walter Raymond, and my father owns about half the place. My brothers and sisters are going to give a lawn party this afternoon, and I promised to see if I couldn’t get some of the members of your company over to liven things up.”
“I would like to appear for you, first rate,” said Carl quickly, thinking he saw a chance to make a few dollars.
“So will I appear,” added Leo.
“How much will you charge for an entertainment lasting say an hour?”
Carl looked at Leo. They did not wish to ask too much, and at the same time wanted to make all they could.
“Two city performers generally get twenty dollars,” said Leo; “but we might go a bit cheaper.”
“I wouldn’t mind giving twelve dollars,” replied Walter Raymond. “If you can come for that, I’ll drive you over as soon as you can get ready.”
A bargain was struck, and then the two performers returned to the vicinity of the theater. Nothing could be learned of Nathan Wampole, and an hour later they left for Raymondsville.