"Then I ain't really got a right to stick my bills anywhere, have I?"
The darkey was not certain, but inclined to the belief that such was the case, unless Ralph had arranged matters with those who rented these privileges.
"Well, I'm much obliged for telling me," returned Ralph, picking up his bucket of paste.
"You are a good fellow, and I say again I'm sorry I hit you."
He walked slowly away, hardly knowing what to do. Soon a feeling of indignation took possession of him as he considered the peril to which Quigg had exposed him.
"He's used to towns and he must know it all. However, I'll ask this man in blue. I reckon he must be one of them police that darky spoke about."
The big officer halted as Ralph began to question him concerning the rights of bill stickers generally and his own in particular.
"Have ye any license?" demanded the policeman gruffly. "How many bills have you put up?"
"I don't know what you mean by a license," said Ralph, whose only idea regarding licenses was that they were something "to get married with."
"Ye don't! Who's your boss?"