“Well, we’re movies’ actors sure enough!” was Tom’s comment, after they had seen the last of the little drama and were out on Broadway once more.  “What do you think of us, Dora?”

“Oh, it was fine, Tom!” she answered.  “I’d like to see it again.”

“Well, they advertise it for to-morrow, too,” said her husband, “so you can go in the afternoon when we are at the offices.”

“I’ll certainly do it!”

“I shouldn’t mind seeing this picture again myself,” said Sam.  “If they have it to-morrow night, let’s come up, Tom.”

“All right, I’m willing.  I suppose they are showing the thing all over the country.”

The next day proved a very busy one for the three Rover boys, and for the time being the moving picture was completely forgotten.  About ten o’clock, Mr. Powell came to see them regarding an investment which Anderson Rover had made during the time that Pelter, Japson & Company were his brokers.  This investment now called for a further outlay of a little over seven thousand dollars, and the boys had to find some means of raising that amount.

“Now you see if we had those bonds handy, it would be an easy matter to put some of them up as collateral with some of the banks; but, as it is, it is going to squeeze us,” said Dick.

“And you have got to take care of that other matter of twelve thousand dollars the middle of next month; don’t forget that,” broke in the lawyer.  And then he added:  “Of course, if you want money to help you out——­”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Powell, but I think I can manage it,” returned Dick.

He and his brothers had talked their plans over carefully, and had reached the conclusion that they would not ask for outside assistance unless it became absolutely necessary.  They wanted to show both their family and their friends that they could “stand on their own bottom,” as Dick expressed it.

“You have no word in regard to the bonds?” questioned Mr. Powell, when he was ready to leave.

“Not a word.  We hired that detective you recommended, but he said it was a difficult case to handle, and that we must not expect too much.”

When the Rover boys returned late that afternoon to the Outlook Hotel, they found that Dora had gone out and had not yet returned.  She had left a note on her table stating that she was going to look again at the moving picture in which Sam and Tom had taken part.

“Oh, yes, we mustn’t forget to go there to-night, Sam!” cried Tom.  “It’s better than looking at yourself in the looking-glass, isn’t it?” and he grinned.

Six o’clock came, and then half-past, and still Dora did not show herself.  As the time went by, Dick began to get a little worried.

“That show ought to be out by this time,” he said to his brothers.  “Generally those moving picture places kind of run down between six and seven o’clock.  If they are continuous they throw in some old stuff or a lot of advertising matter just to fill in the time.”