There is trouble brewing. I feel
it in my bones."
"Yes; trouble for the other fellow," grinned Teddy.
In a very short time the painters had succeeded in swinging their
scaffold over the roof. An interested crowd was watching the
proceeding from the street.
The banner men climbed down on the swinging platform, and, as if
by magic, the Sparling banners began appearing on the big wall.
About this time shouting down in the street drew the attention of
Phil Forrest. Stepping to the edge of the roof he looked down.
A crowd was pressing his men back.
In the lead was the manager of the canary car.
"Drive them off!" roared Phil. "Don't let them get by you!"
"We will!" shrieked Teddy Tucker, now in his element.
Phil turned and hurried down the ladder to the upper floor, then
took the stairs in a series of jumps until he had reached the
ground floor.
Teddy Tucker had proved himself a real general. He had armed his
forces with paste brushes, which he had first thoroughly soaked
in the sticky paste pots.
Teddy was dancing up and down the line.
"Paste them, fellows!" he roared. "Paste them good and proper.
We'll stick them to the walls when we get them properly daubed!"
With a yell the Sparling crowd began wielding the paste brushes.
They wielded them effectively, too.
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