“You needn’t talk,” retorted Randy—“you’re ‘a bloated bondholder’; aren’t you?”
Pep winced at the allusion. As they passed down the steps of the bank they came face to face with two of their business rivals. They were Peter Carrington and Greg Grayson. Pep carelessly and Randy rather distantly bowed to the two boys and were about to pass on their way.
“Hold on,” sang out Peter, in his usual abrupt style. “Had quite a house last night; didn’t you? So did we.”
“I heard so,” observed Pep. “What’s the matter with your private box department, though?”
“Oh, accidents will happen,” returned Peter. “Say, look out for a big hit, though, in a day or two.”
“That so?” said Pep.
“You bet! Isn’t that so, Greg?”
Greg Grayson assented with a nod. He looked mean and probably felt the same way. He had sense enough to realize that his past record with the moving picture chums, taken in conjunction with his present appearance on a new scene, showed him up in a poor light.
“Yes, sir,” vaunted Peter, swelling as if some big idea had sprouted in that dull brain of his; “we’re going to spring a motion picture sensation on Seaside Park that will about make us.”
“That’s good,” applauded Randy. “You deserve it if you have the right thing.”