Peter Carrington, in a loud, checked suit, alarming necktie and classy yachting cap, was at the depot with his two admiring cronies, Greg Grayson and Jack Beavers. He was talking in a loud, showy way, but as Beavers caught sight of Vincent he spoke quickly to Peter and they drew away from the spot. Peter entered the chair car when the train came in.
“Hello, going your way,” observed Randy.
“Say, suppose he’s after that new feature film?” inquired Pep, excitedly.
“Might be,” observed Vincent, carelessly. “If that’s the big card they were bragging about, they haven’t landed it yet. Glad you mentioned that point, Pep. I’ll get busy.”
There was a great deal to attend to that day. The season had commenced with the finest of weather and it bade fair to continue indefinitely. Frank and Jolly spent several hours deciding on the matinee feature.
“Tell you what, fellows,” he said to Randy and Pep, “Mr. Jolly thinks he had better take the week to get into our routine thoroughly. Mr. Booth was in to see us again this morning about some advertising he will put through at low cost. I hardly think we will try any day shows until next week, unless our competitors do. Then of course we will have to show our colors.”
“Well, I can tell you that they are not asleep,” declared Pep.
“How is that?” inquired Jolly.
“I saw my friend who works for them. He is building a big transparency to put across the front of the National. He don’t know exactly what it is going to advertise, but he thinks a big film feature.”
“The flood special, I’ll bet!” guessed Randy at once.