“If I don’t find a way to make these fine chaps drop down a peg or two before to-morrow I’ll be much surprised,” he muttered grimly to himself.
Thereupon Victor set his thoughts briskly to work in an effort to find a scheme for getting square.
Down one street, or out another, the two wandered, often in silence, for each had many thoughts to engage his attention, though on widely divergent subjects. The busier, brightly-lighted sections began to be slowly left behind. Electric cars no longer whizzed past them.
Dave and Victor finally found themselves on a wide, tree-lined avenue.
“What a delightful retreat,” murmured Dave. “Sitting on a nice, comfortable porch I could get ideas for a dozen—eh?”
Victor had clutched his arm.
“Say, look straight ahead, Brandon!” he cried.
“I declare, I see lights, and more lights!” exclaimed Dave.
The pair began to stare earnestly toward a number of starlike points which were moving about in a most erratic fashion.
“What in the mischief are they?” asked Victor. “Think some of the stars have tumbled poetically down through the clouds?”