When he went to his room he had not the slightest idea what sort of an advertisement he was going to write; he only knew that it must be something taking and brief.
"Brevity is the soul of wit, anyhow," he reflected, "so I don't believe I shall make any mistake on that point. But what shall I say in the ad.? I wonder if I haven't bitten off a little more than I can chew?"
In half an hour he had the advertisement ready, and a few minutes later he presented himself with it at the office of the Bugle.
Here everything was in confusion, but he found the foreman of the composing room ready and waiting for him.
"Have you got your copy all ready?" asked the man, nervously. "There is no time to spare."
"Here it is," said Al, producing a slip of paper from his vest pocket.
"I thought you were to have a full page?" said the foreman.
"So I am, according to contract," smiled the boy.
"But there are only half a dozen lines here."
"That's all."