"Try a small one over yonder," he said to the boy.
Ralph obeyed instructions in an awkward, though passable manner, whereat the artist looked his approval.
"You'll do, I guess. Be careful about the corners. If a corner doubles on you, you're in trouble. I'll fasten up, and run round to the newspapers with a few ads. then finish fixing up. Look sharp; don't get lost, and be back as soon as you can."
Ralph took his way down Main Street, feeling, as he expressed it, a good deal like a duck out of water.
Presently he stopped at a high board fence and stuck a couple of bills without much trouble. Quigg had not instructed him where and where not to place the posters, and he was pasting a large one against the front of a closed warehouse, when some one at a near by corner called out:
"Hey, there! Yo' white boy, there! What are yo' up to?"
CHAPTER VII.
An Enraged Photographer.
Ralph continued his work, thinking some one else was referred to, when he was seized by the shoulder and jerked rudely around.