"Well, I wish 'em joy of it," grumbled Jimmy.
"Why, I thought of that at first," Bob said in reply to Joe's
question. "Only with our instruments we have to use the ear pieces
so that only a few could listen at a time."
"That would be pretty slow for the rest of them," Joe finished
understandingly.
Bob nodded eagerly.
"Sure thing," he said, sitting up and flinging the hair back out
of his eyes. "I knew you'd catch the idea, Joe."
"Say, I know what we'll do," broke in Herb excitedly. "How about
taking all these poor lame ducks to Doctor Dale's house. He has a
horn attachment--"
"And they could all hear the concert at once! Hooray!" cried Jimmy,
momentarily forgetting his pain in excitement. "You've got a pretty
good head piece after all, Bob."
"Yes, and a minute ago you were laughing at me," said Bob, aggrieved.
"Well, say," cried Joe, who was ever a boy of action, "what's the
matter with our getting busy on this right away? Let's go and see
Doctor Dale--"
"What's your big rush?" Jimmy protested feebly, appalled by the
prospect of immediate action. "There's a lot of things we don't know
about this business yet."
"Sure, sit down and talk it over," urged Herb placatingly. "No use
gettin' all worked up over this thing, you know. Say," he added,
with a sudden light in his, eye, "that reminds me of a joke I heard.
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