"
"You--you don't mean you got the silo?" gasped Conley.
"I got the silo, and I can have the hog pen too, if I want it,
and perhaps the farmer's house thrown in for good measure,"
answered Phil, his face flushed from his first triumph as a
publicity showman.
"Well, of all the nerve!"
"That's what the farmer said," laughed Phil. "But he changed
his mind."
"What do you think of that?" demanded Billy, turning to
the driver.
"The kid is all right."
"You're right; he is. The next question, now that you have got
the silo, is what are you going to do with it?"
"Post it," answered Phil promptly.
"You can never do it."
"I'll show you what a circus man can do."
"Come along and unload your truck. Help me get some ladders out
of the barn."
Wonderingly, Billy did as he was bid, and the driver, now grown
interested, hitched his horses to the fence and followed them.
The silo was empty. Phil measured the distance to the top with
his eyes.
"About forty feet I should say," he decided. "We shall have to
do some climbing."
The ladders were far too short, but by splicing two of them
together, they reached up to an opening in the silo some ten feet
from the top.
Phil hunted about until he found a long plank; then setting the
spliced ladders up inside the silo he mounted to the opening,
carrying one end of a coil of rope with him.
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