“That’s the goods,” said Slicker. “Now hoist me up again.”
Supported on the shoulders of two of his comrades, and steadying himself with his left hand, he scrawled on the lower face of the board, in large black letters:
“Buy young Ben. He’s the only puppy left.”
When he had been carefully lowered to the sidewalk Slicker told his inquiring companions what he had written.
“That was a mistake!” exclaimed Hal. “They’ll have it in for us now, sure!”
“Let ’em,” replied Slicker.
“But you don’t know what you’ll be up against.”
“Maybe they’ll tell me if I ask ’em,” responded Slicker lightly.
Then Little Dusty spoke up.