"There's something in that," laughed Mr. Wattles.
"There's lots in it."
The manager of the New York Comedy Company surveyed his companion for a few moments without speaking.
"My boy, I rather like you," he said, at last.
"Well, that's one point in my favor, sir," said Al.
"I'd like to give you a chance, but I really do not see how I can."
"Why can't you?"
"You must remember that the New York Comedy Company is not a common, fly-by-night organization, but a first-class enterprise. I have put a good many dollars into the thing, and I can't afford to experiment. If so much did not depend upon the result, if I were running a cheap side show, I might give you the trial you ask, but——"
"I wouldn't have anything to do with any such show," interrupted the boy. "I don't intend to be that sort of advance agent. But I can understand how you feel, sir."
"Then you can also understand how impossible it is for me to engage your services."