"Please don't call me Bill, it's horrid. But where shall I find out about this—er—entertainment?"
"At Carter's new drug-store. The gentlemen are to be there Saturday afternoon, to make all arrangements. You go by all means—I know they will be delighted to have your assistance."
"This isn't a—er—a joke, Tom?" asked William Philander, suspiciously.
"They want somebody, I tell you, honest. Don't they, Jepson?" went on Tom, turning to a lad who had been to Ashton with him.
"They sure do," answered Jepson, and then turned away to hide the broad grin on his face.
"How long is the entertainment to last?"
"You will have to get all the information from the gentlemen," answered Tom, calmly. "Just go down to the drug store and ask for Mr. Carr and Mr. Beckwith, and they'll tell you all about it. It's a fine chance for you, Tubby," concluded Tom, and then walked away, followed by his chums.
"Tom, what is the game?" demanded Sam, when they were out of hearing.
"We'll go down to the drug store Saturday afternoon and see," was the reply.
"Are Carr and Beckwith the moving picture men?"