“Do you admit that somebody can own a place that has a thing on it that belongs to somebody else that has something on it——”
“Shut up,” I said. Then I said to the man, “It says on this sign that we’re on top. You see it? That means us. This kid is right; we’re part of this sign, just as if we were painted here.”
“Put that ladder down,” the man shouted.
“Does it belong to you?” Westy said.
“It’s on my land,” the man hollered at us.
I said, “Well, we just took it off your land.”
“If you want to take the sign away go ahead and do it,” Westy said.
“We should worry,” I called down.
“We can stand on the law, can’t we?” the kid piped up.
“We can sit on the sign, that’s better,” I said.