“I’m only filling in for Joe,” Flash reminded him.
“Sure, I know. But there are other jobs with News-Vue. Maybe we could keep on working together.”
Flash remained thoughtfully silent.
“You don’t like me,” Doyle said after a long moment. “I can’t blame you, because I deliberately made it hard. The truth is, I thought you were nothing but a fresh kid. I wanted the job for a friend of mine.”
“I know,” smiled Flash.
“I’ve changed my mind about you. But naturally you wouldn’t feel the same way—”
“I do,” interrupted Flash, extending his hand. “Shake, pal.”
“Then you’re willing to forget?” Doyle demanded eagerly. “And keep on with News-Vue?”
“Well, for a few weeks. But I’ve promised to return to the Ledger.”
“You’ll have a job waiting with News-Vue whenever you want it,” Doyle predicted. “And you’ll come back. Once a newsreel cameraman, always one. The excitement seeps into your blood.”