“Why, then, we’re regular friends,” insisted Peter, acting as if he was about to embrace all hands. “He was my roommate at school. We were like twin brothers.”
“Maybe that’s the reason!” muttered Pep.
“His folks are big guns in Fairlands, just as we are here. Say, if you know Greg Grayson, that settles it. You just ask him if I ain’t all right—up to snuff and all that—and if I wouldn’t make a fine partner.”
Frank managed to usher their persistent visitor from the room, all the way down the corridor the latter insisting that he was going to “put the proposition up to Aunt Susie” forthwith, and that they would hear from him on the morrow.
“Frank,” exclaimed Pep, “it seems good to get rid of that fellow.”
“A fine partner he’d make,” observed Randy, with a snort.
“I am dreadfully sorry he overheard our plans,” spoke Frank. “Of course it will soon be generally known if we decide to locate here; but this Peter may talk a lot of rubbish that might hurt us or start somebody else on our idea.”
“And to think of his knowing Greg Grayson, and playing him off on us as a recommendation!” cried Pep.
“They make a good pair,” added Randy. “Why, I’d give up the whole business before I would have either of them connected with our plans in any way.”
“I wouldn’t wonder if Mr. Jolly might happen along if we stay here a day or two longer,” remarked Frank. “You know he was the first to suggest a look at Seaside Park with a view to business.”