“We ought to stop him.”
“We certainly can,” said the young juggler. “He hasn’t any more right to use our names than the president’s.”
“What shall we do?”
“I wonder where we can find him?”
“Most likely at Pelham’s Hall, wherever that is.”
The two made inquiries and soon located the hall, which was situated over the general store.
Going upstairs, they met a tough-looking individual coming down.
It was Bill Gormley, one of the Wampole Company.
He was put down on the bills as Ricardo, the Great German Impersonator. He could do one or two things fairly well, but the majority of his acts were decidedly poor. More than that, he was a heavy drinker, and had on several occasions appeared on the stage when he could hardly stand.
“Hullo, Ross!” he called out. “Hullo, Dunbar! so you’ve decided to rejoin, eh?”