Frank then started off on his mission to see the man, Bohm, whom Pep had told him about. Randy then took Vic under his wing. He showed him all over the place and tried to get his mind off his troubles.
“You’re fine people,” declared Vic, gratefully, as they came out on the street on their way to the hotel. “I wish I could do something to pay you back for your kindness.”
“You’ll feel all right when Frank finds your camels for you,” replied Randy. “He’ll do it, too, you can count on that. And if you want to join the movies, he’ll find a place for you.”
They were at that moment passing the rival photo playhouse which Frank’s enemies had been getting into shape. Those of the Standard had paid little attention to Slavin and his friends of late. With the securing of the lease on the double building, they apparently felt that they had scored a victory over their competitors and had troubled their minds about them no further.
Slavin and his crew had made no further attempts to molest or annoy Professor Barrington or his property. How they might feel when they learned what Frank was up to with the Standard, the motion picture chums did not know, or care.
Frank had received a sneering smile from Slavin when he passed him on the street two days after the Professor had been lured away from the hotel. Several days later, however, this had changed to an angry scowl. Frank decided that Slavin had learned of their new enterprise, and realized that he had not scored so valuable a point against his rivals as he had fancied.
Just then Vic came to a halt and stood staring at a man who was just entering the “New Idea,” as Slavin and his crowd had dubbed their playhouse.
“See that fellow?” asked Vic, pointing after the man.
“What about him?” inquired Randy.
“I know him,” declared Vic, apparently much roused.