Teddy was dancing up and down the line.
"Paste them, fellows!" he roared. "Paste them good and proper.
We'll stick them to the walls when we get them properly daubed!"
With a yell the Sparling crowd began wielding the paste brushes. They wielded them effectively, too. Every sweep of the brushes found a human mark.
Shouts of rage followed the onslaught, above which could be heard the voice of the manager of the canary car, urging the crowd on to violence.
Phil came dashing out.
"Drive them back!" he shouted. "But be careful that you do not hurt anybody. Keep your heads, men!"
"Look out—the police are coming!" shouted a voice.
"Never mind the police! Give it to them!" cried the rival.
A squad of bluecoats came charging down the street.
"Steady, fellows! Don't do anything that will cause the police to take you in," cautioned Phil.