“What will we do?”
“What can we do? If we’re questioned, we’ll have to put up a loud argument.”
The truck had entered dense traffic. It halted to await its turn to enter the grounds. Slowly the line moved up.
Shouting “News-Vue” in a loud voice, Doyle attempted to drive through the gate. He was promptly stopped.
“Not so fast, young man,” said the gateman. “Let’s see your passes.”
“Passes?” Doyle inquired innocently.
“You heard me,” retorted the gateman. “And don’t try any bluff.”
“See here, we don’t need any passes,” Doyle argued. “We’re newsreel men for the News-Vue Company.”
“Can’t let you through without passes. Those are my orders.”
“Have a heart,” Doyle growled. “We did have passes, but we lost ’em. If we don’t get inside and locate our truck before race time, we’ll lose our jobs!”