The man said, “Are you going to put that ladder down here?”
“No, we’re not,” Westy said.
“We’re part of this sign and we’re going to stay here,” the kid said. “If anybody paid you money for letting the sign be here, that includes us. We’re an advertisement of Brown’s Hats, that’s what we are. We’re on top. It says so. If a thing belongs to a thing, it belongs to that thing and not the land that thing is on, doesn’t it? If you rent out a place to put a thing then the thing that’s on that thing isn’t trespassing on the land that was rented out for the thing underneath it, is it?”
“It’s as clear as mud,” I said. “We’ve got as much right here as a man’s hat has got on top of his head even if his head is in the wrong place.”
“That’s logic,” the kid shouted.
“It’s as true as a false alarm,” Westy said.
“Truer,” Warde put in.
“A sign is something that’s got something on it,” our young hero shouted. “Let’s hear you deny that.”
“And it doesn’t make any difference what’s on it,” Dorry said. “An ad’s an ad, isn’t it?”