"There's my money!" shouted the manager of the canary colored car. "The wall is mine!"
He dashed out of the store and started for his car on the run.
"If you let those other showmen banner the wall I'll have the law on you!" announced Phil sternly. Then the Circus Boy ran out of the store, starting off at a lively sprint for his own car. He caught up with the rival manager in a moment, passed him and bounded on. His rival already was puffing and perspiring under the unusual effort.
"Turn out every man in town!" he called, dashing into the car. "Teddy, run to the main street and send everyone of our banner men and lithographers to the Ward Building. You and Henry carry over there at once all the banners you can scrape together. Do not lose a minute. But wait! I'll telephone the liveryman for a wagon to carry the paper, brushes and paste pots over. You remain here, Henry, and go with the wagon. Teddy, you hustle for the men. Run as if the Rhino from the Sparling menagerie were charging you!"
Teddy leaped from the car platform and was off, with Phil sprinting after him in long strides.
They passed the manager of the canary colored car just as they were running across the switches in the railroad yard. He was only then getting to his car.
CHAPTER XVII
THE CHARGE OF THE PASTE BRIGADE
Phil's plans were formed instantly.
He ran to a place where he had seen a painter's sign earlier in the day. Reaching there he ordered the painter to send out to the Ward Building a gang of painters with their swinging platform, tackle and full equipment, telling the man briefly what was wanted of him after the apparatus reached the building in question.