"What?" asked Harry, momentarily straightening out his face.
"He actually put the lid back after he got through."
But this could not last indefinitely. No one suggested a remedy, if there was one. The United States must take possession in the proper way; hats must come off; the flag must go up slowly, and the band must play the national air;—the music, they had not thought of it before.
"Can you climb the pole, George?" asked the Professor.
"I think so, with the aid of the halliard."
He approached the pole. "Do you hear me, Baby, come down! Come down, I say!"
Red Angel saw George's design, and without saying a word he slowly descended, shambled over to the wagon, and hanging on the side of the box, looked around to the company in the most reproachful manner.
