“There you are,” pronounced Pep in an impressive way. “What do you say to it?”
Frank, Randy and Ben Jolly came to a halt as they faced an electric sign running out from the front of the building.
“‘National,’” read Randy—“‘National’ what?”
“Photo playhouse,” asserted Pep.
“Do you know that?” challenged Jolly.
“I do. When I passed by a man who was wiring the sign told me that a big New York fellow and a Seaside Park party were going to open up next week.”
“The mischief!” exclaimed Randy, roused up.
“Say,” remarked Jolly, bristling up at this hint of rivalry, “we want to get busy.”
“Oh, it doesn’t alarm me,” spoke Frank. “In the first place it is off the mainly traveled route. Besides, the neighborhood is cheap and I would imagine they wouldn’t get more than a nickel.”
“It’s worth looking up—always keep track of what your competitors are doing,” advised Jolly.