“Why, what we want to do isn’t to paint out their sign, but to paint our own above it; see?”
“Yes, but how? Use ladders?”
“Where’d we get the ladders?” asked Dan scornfully. “Now, how would ‘Camp Chicora, ’04’ look about twenty feet above their old letters?”
“Fine, but we can’t get it there, can we?”
“Sure! Get some paint and a good big brush, and about fifty feet of rope.”
Bob whistled.
“You’re a wonder, Dan!” he said softly. “I choose to do the painting!”
“Like thunder! Whose idea was it?”
“Yours, but I weigh less than you do, Dan.”
“That doesn’t matter. We’ll get rope that’ll hold three times my weight.”