“There wasn’t any third night,” explained Pep with a grin. “They had some trouble with the people who furnished their electric light outfit, I heard. Anyway, they weren’t allowed to open till they settled the bill. Last night they ran a second camel film, but there weren’t many there to see it.”
When they got to the hotel it took Pep and Vic only a few minutes to make up a package of necessaries for what they believed would be a brief trip. Frank had written a hurried note while they were packing up.
“Here, Randy,” he said, “I would like to have you take a message to Mr. Randall and see how he is getting along. You know where his studio is?”
“Oh, yes,” replied Randy, “I’ve been there once already, you know. Why, it’s on the way to your depot, fellows,” he added to Pep and Vic. “We’ll take the walk together; eh?”
“Nothing better,” chirped the lively Pep, and the little coterie bade Frank good-bye and started on their way.
Pep kept up his usual brisk chattering the mile or less they had to cover. When they came to a point where the street leading to Randy’s destination diverged they parted.
“Come on,” directed Pep, as Randy turned away with an expressed hope that they would have all kinds of good luck in their mission. Pep had found Vic staring back of him and caught his arm urging him along.
“What’s the matter?” he added.
“I was just looking,” replied Vic, rather strangely.
“Looking for what?” asked Pep.