“Right you are!” was the response. “Here goes!”
It took but a minute to cut the sign loose from its fastenings and to carry it around into a side street where darkness threw a protecting mantle over mischief.
One of the other boys turned to Hal. “Well,” he said, “you told us to take it down; now you got to say what we do with it.”
“Blessed if I know,” replied Hal.
“Stick it up somewheres,” suggested Little Dusty.
“Sure, stick it up somewheres,” exclaimed the first boy, “but where?”
“We might fasten it to the sign o’ Jim Nagel, the butcher,” responded Little Dusty.
Then a boy known as Slicker spoke up. “Butchers don’t sell puppies,” he said, “they buy ’em. Folks’d think he was goin’ out o’ business if he put up a sign like that.”
“Oh,” commented Hal, “can that joke. It’s got whiskers.”