Phil paused and surveyed it critically.
"Wouldn't I like to fasten Sparling banners all over that
place, though. What a hit that would be. Why," he added
looking about him, "it could be seen pretty much all
over town."
Phil started on, intending to find out who owned the building.
As he did so he saw a man from the canary-colored car entering
the building. The man was going into a store on the
ground floor.
"I'll bet he is after that very wall. Oh, pshaw! Why didn't I
stay in town and attend to my business, as I should have done,
instead of racing over the country at that mad pace? I'm going
over to see what he is up to."
The Circus Boy hurried along. Entering the store he saw the
man from the rival car, who proved to be the manager of it,
engaged in earnest conversation with a man whom Phil supposed
to be the proprietor.
After a little the manager of the other car hurried out.
Phil stepped forward.
"Are you the proprietor?" he asked politely.
"Yes; what can I do for you?"
"Do you own this building?"
"No, but I am the agent for it."
"Very good. You are the man I want to talk with. I am from the
Sparling Shows. I should like the privilege of fastening some
banners on that south wall there."
"You're too late, young man. I just gave the other man
permission to do that.
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