“Now then, Durham, you first,” directed Jolly. “How’s the New York end of the proposition?”
“Famous,” reported Frank heartily. “I’ve made some fortunate discoveries and investments—pass the potatoes; will you, Randy?”
“Hold on!” cried a familiar voice—“I’m on the programme for some of that, too!”
CHAPTER XI—CROSSED WIRES
“Why, hello, Pep!” exclaimed Frank in joyful surprise, jumping up from the table and greeting the missing chum with a hearty handshake.
“Hold on—go a little easy on that hand,” spoke the unexpected guest. “It’s the one I hurt in that automobile accident, you know, and not quite as strong as it used to be.”
“What automobile accident?” inquired Frank in surprise.
“Oh, that’s so,” broke in Randy quickly—“Frank has just got back from the city and hasn’t heard of it yet. We didn’t expect you so soon. You wrote us yesterday you wouldn’t leave Brenton until Saturday.”
“Humph! Had to,” said Pep with a wry grimace.
“How is that?”