"What will you give—what would you give, I mean, to have some banners put on top of the flag pole?"
"I would give fifty dollars and think I had got off very cheaply."
Teddy waxed thoughtful. Several times, that afternoon, he wandered over to the vicinity of the tall flag pole, and, leaning against a building, surveyed it critically.
After the fifth trip of this sort, the Circus Boy hurried back to the car. No one was on board save the porter. Teddy began rummaging about among the cloth banners, littering the floor with all sorts of rubbish in his feverish efforts to get what he wanted.
After considerable trouble he succeeded in laying out a gaudy assortment of banners. These he carefully stitched together until he had a completed flag or banner about fifty feet long.
"See here, Henry, don't you tell anybody what I have been doing, for you don't know."
"No, sir," agreed the porter.
Next Teddy provided himself with a light, strong rope. All his preparations completed, he once more strolled over town, where he joined Phil in watching the work. But he confided to his companion nothing of what he had been doing. Teddy Tucker's face wore its usual innocent expression.
That night, after supper, he called Billy Conley aside and confided to the assistant car manager what he had in mind.
"Forget it!" advised Billy with emphasis.