“I’d like to do that,” said Vic. “I’ve never seen but two moving picture shows. I’d like to see some more.”
“You come with me, then,” suggested Pep, and he beckoned to Randy to join them. The boys put on their caps and started to leave the room. They had just got to the elevator, Pep chattering in his usual way, when the elevator door swung back and Randy uttered a cry:
“It’s Frank—and Professor Barrington!”
“Hello!” exclaimed the former as he recognized Vic, and gazed in some surprise at his natty appearance. “Why, how do you come to be here?”
“You’re glad to see me; aren’t you?” asked Vic wistfully, fixing his appealing eyes on Frank.
“So glad,” replied the young leader of the motion picture chums, with a hearty handshake, “that I want to know right away all about you. Professor Barrington, you remember our young friend of the railroad smash-up?”
“H’m—surely,” nodded the professor, after an inspection of Vic. “Looks older; don’t he?”
“That’s because I’ve got a new suit, and it fits, you see,” replied Vic, naively.
“Say,” broke in Pep, as they moved towards their rooms, “Vic saved the Standard from burning up this afternoon.”
“What’s that?” demanded Professor Barrington. Then as Pep related the circumstances of the blaze, the professor moved towards him and placed an affectionate hand upon Vic’s shoulder.