"A stage—do yez main an omnibus?"
"No, I don't mean no omnibus," replied the big fellow, with a humorous twinkle in his eye.
"A scaffoldin', thin, I persume ye main," continued Myles.
"Oh, darn it, no! I mean a stage—a stage for acting on."
"Oh, I see now. I comprehind. A stage for show actors," replied O'Hara, as if a sudden light had dawned upon his not particularly brilliant imagination. "Let me ask yez, what's the matter with a few impty beer-kegs standing up ag'in' the wall, an' in the middle, with beams stretched acrost them and fastened on with tin-pinny nails, and afther that some nice clain boords nailed on the top ov thim? Wouldn't thim be good enuff for show actin'?"
"Don't say another word, Myles," said McGowan. Then turning to Handy and his friend: "We'll guarantee to have everything all right on time, so far as the academy is concerned, and if you fellows do the rest and provide and arrange the entertainment, we'll make Gotown hum on Saturday night."
"You mean it, eh?" asked Weston.
"I'm chirpin', I am," replied McGowan.
"Next Saturday night?" inquired Myles.
"Sure."