There was quite a bit, for a number of stories had been handed in by the reporters, had been looked over by Mr. Emberg, his assistant, or the copy readers, and were ready for the compositors. Peter had been kept busy running back and forth and was in no gentle humor.
“I’ll fix you for this,” muttered Peter to Larry and Bud. “I’ll get even for running off and letting me do all the work. You jest wait an’ see wot I do!”
He spoke in a low tone, for he did not want the city editor to hear.
“Cut it out,” advised Bud with a grin. “I was sent to show Larry about the plant and you know it. Besides, if you try any of your tricks I know something I can do.”
“What?” asked Peter.
“Who was smoking cigarettes?” asked Bud in a whisper.
“If you squeal on me I’ll—I’ll do you up brown,” threatened Peter.
“It will take two like you,” boasted Bud.
“Well, I can get somebody to help me,” sputtered Peter.
“Copy!” called Mr. Emberg at that instant, and, at a nod from Bud, Larry sprang forward to carry it to the tube. It was his first actual work in the newspaper office, and quite proud he felt as he put the story in the case and sent it up the pipe.