“I found it!” he exclaimed, with satisfaction.
“I see you have,” nodded Frank, beginning to feel relieved himself. “Now, we must make a hustle to get it up.”
“But where shall we put it?”
“On every billboard in town belonging to this opera house.”
The janitor gasped.
“But—but Julian King’s paper is up on those boards!”
“What of that?”
“It’s all the paper he sent us.”
“What of that?”
“We—we can’t cover his paper!”