The proprietor grew interested.
"Where has he gone?"
"Said he had to talk with someone back with the show by long distance telephone before he could close the bargain."
Phil glanced apprehensively at the door.
"I guess you had better sell the privilege to me while you have the chance. He may not come back, you know; then you will be out all around."
"I couldn't think of it. I gave him the privilege of buying the wall."
"Money talks, doesn't it, sir?"
"It does, young man. It always makes such a loud noise around me that I can't hear much of anything else."
Phil grinned.
"Yes; it's pretty noisy stuff."