They went to work that night transferring the stock from the wagon to the store shelves, and when this was finished both set to work to wash and dress the show window.
On the following morning at ten o’clock, they hung out a red flag, and then the Eureka Auction Co. was ready for business.
CHAPTER XIV.
THE YOUNG AUCTIONEER.
“I feel like a cat in a strange garret!” exclaimed Matt, as he walked up and down behind the counter on a raised platform he and Andy had placed there. “This is like going into cold water an inch at a time. I would rather plunge in head first.”
“Then here goes,” cried Andy, catching up an accordion that stood close at hand. “Let us see what we can do toward drawing a crowd in. There must be something going on, for the streets are filling up with people.”
“There is a cheap circus to exhibit. I saw the posters. Perhaps they intend to give a parade.”
“Most likely. Get your banjo, Matt, and let us give them our best selection.”