Teddy had thoughtfully turned out all the available men
in the livery stable and came charging down the street, driving
them before him, howling at every jump. That is, Teddy was
howling; as he did whenever the occasion presented itself.
By this time quite a crowd had been attracted to the scene,
not understanding what all the excitement was about. None of
the rival posters had appeared as yet. Phil had got a very
good start.
Telling off three of his banner men he sent them to the roof,
while the painter was preparing to swing his scaffold.
"I am afraid I shall have to block your store for a short time,
Mr. Storekeeper," said Phil, entering the store. "Our friend is
going to try to take the place by storm, I think, and we shall
have to stand him off."
"He had better not try it," growled the proprietor.
"He will, just the same. But, with your permission, he will not
get upstairs to the roof while I am here."
"Do whatever you like. I've got his money, but it's here for him
when he wants it."
Phil, having arranged with the proprietor, went out and gave his
final instructions to his men.
"You are not to let a man through here unless with my
permission," he said. "I am going up to the roof. If anything
occurs, call me at once. Teddy, I leave the front of the store
in your hands while I am away.
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