Cranny didn’t intend to be a failure. Little things in life sometimes turn the scale. The Tacoma lad’s meeting with Ralph Edmunds had been the means of calling his attention to a line of work which thoroughly appealed to him—that of corresponding for the newspapers. To Cranny, long groping in the dark, it came as a great and welcome surprise. He was not now the irresponsible Cranny, with no particular plans for the future, but an earnest Cranny, working with a view and enthusiasm that augured well for his future.
All the boys including Jimmy Raymond had gathered together in his room.
“Now you know, fellows, the reason why I didn’t go on that trip,” he said. “Let me show you something!” He flaunted a check in their faces. “That’s for some Mexican stuff I sold to the syndicate. Mr. Edmunds put in a good word for me, and say,” it was now the bubbling, joyous Cranny again who spoke, “I’ve got a whole lot of articles to write on the very same subject. What do you think of that?”
There was no question of what they thought about it and Cranny smiled with pleasure.
“Yes, Professor Kent, Parry and Edmunds came through that little scrimmage all right,” he said, in answer to a question from Bob. “Parry told me he got some dandy motion-pictures, and say—isn’t this the greatest piece of luck?”
“What?” asked Sam.
“Why, young ‘Starlight’ was found, and is back in the stable.”
“Fine, fine,” exclaimed Tom enthusiastically. “Say, fellows, hasn’t this been a great trip?”
“Do we ever have any other kind?” asked Bob, with a smile.
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