"I see so much," he said; "but I don't understand about Uncle Mike."
"Andy," said Pete, with a compassionate air, "yer a dandy with yer dukes, an' yer square as a brick; but yer ain't cut yer eye-teeth yet. Gimme the paper an' let me show yer."
Andy gave him the paper and the knowing Pete took it and turned to the back pages.
"There!" said he, pointing to a column beaded "Dates Ahead." "Look at that an' see if Uncle Mike ain't mentioned."
Andy, with a glimmering of Pete's idea, looked along the column until he came to "U," and there he saw, at the head of the list, "Uncle Mike Co.; Philadelphia, July 8—week."
He read it aloud to Pete, and Pete nodded his head, as if to say, "Of course, I knew you'd find it."
"Does it mean that Uncle Mike is a theatrical company?" asked Andy, eagerly.
"That's what it means, sonny, an' it means that Uncle Mike is goin' ter play Philadelf fer the week wot begins on the eighth. So all yer've got ter do is ter add that up an' there yer air. What! ain't we on ter his nibs? Oh, no, I guess not!"
And Pete dashed his old hat down over his eyes and strutted around.
"You think my man is going on there to join the company?" asked Andy.