"Yes, I think it could be arranged all right," he said at last. "I know the manager of one big New Jersey broadcasting station personally, and I"m sure he"d be willing to give your friend a try-out. If he"s as good as you say he is, they"d probably be glad to put him on the pay roll. From what you tell me, his act is certainly a novelty, and that"s what they want."
CHAPTER XII
A GLAD ANNOUNCEMENT
"We"ll go and see Larry as soon as we get out of school to-morrow, and see what he says about it," said Bob. "But I guess there"s no doubt of what he"ll want to do. I know he"s mighty worried about the future. He told me he didn"t have much money saved up, and what he did have must be about gone by this time."
"You do that," agreed Brandon. "And if he thinks favorably of the idea, I"ll find time to go with him and you to the station I spoke of, and give him an introduction to the manager and see that he gets a try-out."
"That"s mighty good of you, Mr. Brandon," said Joe. "Larry is such a fine fellow that when you get to know him you"ll feel as interested in seeing him get along as we are."
"That"s likely enough," said Brandon. "Anyway, if we didn"t help each other out a little, this old world wouldn"t be much of a place to live in."
After a little further conversation, Brandon rose to go. "I"ve got a pretty busy day ahead of me to-morrow, so I think I"d better turn in rather early to-night," he said. "Just give me a call at the hotel any time you want me, or, better yet, come and pay me a visit in person. You know you"ll always be welcome."
"You bet we"ll come," promised Jimmy.
"Jimmy"s thinking of some special milk chocolate you gave him once, and is hoping you may have some more of it," laughed Joe.
"I wasn"t thinking anything of the kind!" exclaimed Jimmy, indignantly.
"What do you think I am, anyway?"
"We"d hate to tell you that," said Herb, with a wicked grin. "It would hurt your feelings too much, Doughnuts."
"I think I know what chocolate he refers to," said Brandon, laughing. "And I don"t wonder that you remember it, Jimmy. It certainly was good, but I"m afraid you won"t be able to find any more like it around here. It was sent to me from Vermont by a married sister of mine who lives there."
"Poor old Jimmy!" exclaimed Bob. "You"re out of luck this time, old timer.
If you had only known that, you wouldn"t have had to make that heartbreaking search all over Clintonia."
"Oh, I didn"t mind it so much," said his good-natured friend. "I had a lot of fun sampling all the different varieties, anyway."
"I"ll say you did," said Herb. "I"ll bet you were glad of an excuse."
"Don"t need an excuse," retorted Jimmy. "I guess there"s no law against eating chocolate, is there?"
"If there were, you"d be serving a life sentence now," said Joe, heartlessly.
"From the way you talk, I guess you don"t like chocolate, so you won"t want any of this," and Jimmy proceeded to unwrap a sizable bundle that he had brought with him, but had forgotten in the excitement of Brandon"s visit.
"I didn"t say that, did I?" asked Joe, in a tone of injured innocence.
"No such luck," said Jimmy. "Maybe if you didn"t want any, the rest of us might get enough for once. But I suppose you"ll want it all, as usual."
"Nothing of the kind," denied Joe. "I"m perfectly willing to go on a fifty-fifty basis. Half for me and half for the rest is all I ask. That"s perfectly fair, isn"t it?"
"It"s fair enough for you, perhaps, but it doesn"t make much of a hit with us," laughed Bob. "Don"t take any notice of him, Jimmy. Just take your knife and break that chocolate up into lumps, and let"s find out what it tastes like."
"You"d better wait a few minutes and sample this, Mr. Brandon," said Jimmy, doing as Bob directed. "I"ll guarantee that it"s the best to be gotten in Clintonia, anyway. I"ve shopped around this town looking for your brand of chocolate until I"m an expert in that line."
The chocolate disappeared as if by magic, and Frank Brandon rose once more to go.
"I"m really going this time," he laughed. "It won"t make any difference if you bring out a dozen packages, Jimmy."
"I only wish I had "em to bring out," sighed that individual.
"I wish you had, too," said Herb. "Why didn"t you get some more while you were about it, Doughnuts?"
"You fellows are certainly hard to please," laughed Brandon. "But I must go now. I hope you"ll all drop into the hotel when you get a chance, and we"ll smooth out some more radio kinks. I have some good books in my trunk, too, that might be of some help."
"We"ll be glad to come," said Bob, heartily. "We"ll all drop in some evening around the first of the week, shan"t we, fellows?"
Of course, they all agreed to this, and then Brandon took his leave, accompanied by Joe and Herb and Jimmy as far as their respective homes.
The next day the radio boys were eager to tell Larry about the conversation they had had with Frank Brandon concerning him, and the bright prospects the radio man had held out for his successful employment. They could hardly wait for three o"clock to come, and the bell had hardly rung when they were all out in the street ready to make a quick trip to the hospital.
"Come on, fellows," called Bob. "They say that bad news travels fast, but let"s prove that good news can hit it up once in a while, too. I"ll bet old Larry will be happier this evening than he has been for a long time."
"That speed stuff is all right for you fellows, but don"t forget that I"m built more for comfort than speed," grumbled Jimmy. "Set your own pace, though, Bob, and I"ll try to keep up, even if it kills me."
"It will be more apt to do you good," said Herb, as they all set off at a brisk dog trot. "There"s no doubt that you need more exercise than you get, Doughnuts."
"I get more than I want already," said Jimmy, who was beginning to puff and pant. The others had no mercy on him, though, and when at last they reached the hospital poor Doughnuts was, as he himself said, "all in."
Larry was glad to see them. He was feeling rather blue for, in a roundabout way, a report had reached him that Buck Looker was still connecting himself and Tim with the loss of the watch and other things of value at the hotel dance. Buck had intimated that the two vaudeville performers might have pa.s.sed the stolen things over to some confederate.
"It"s certainly wonderful to have you fellows spend so much of your time with a poor old cripple like me," he said, with a smile in which there was a trace of tears. "I don"t know what I"d ever do if you didn"t. Tim"s a good sort about writing, but I am lonesome and every hour seems to me like a day."
"What do you mean, "old cripple"?" scoffed Bob. "Why, the doctor says he"ll have you out of here and as good as ever in a little while."
"A "little while" may mean almost anything," said Larry, with a sad smile.
"But I"m not kicking, you understand," he added, quickly. "I know I"m mighty lucky to be alive."
"You"re not only alive, but you"re going to be mighty busy pretty soon, if you happen to feel like holding down a good job," said Bob.
CHAPTER XIII
FULL OF PROMISE
"What do you mean "good job"?" asked Larry, incredulously, and yet with a note of hope in his voice. "You know I can"t even get around easily yet."
"Yes, but you"re getting stronger every day," argued Bob. "In a week or so you won"t know yourself. Now, here"s the proposition we"ve got for you,"