"There, I guess we won't hear any more from our canary bird
friend today," decided Teddy, strutting about and throwing out
his chest.
"Not today, perhaps," answered Phil Forrest; "but I am thinking
we have not heard the last of him yet. We shall have to look
pretty sharply, or he will get the best of us yet. This is
a game that one person cannot expect to win at every day.
Boys, you may go back to your lithographing now. The police
will see that we are protected until we have finished bannering
this building."
Phil walked off half a block to survey the work going on high up
in the air.
"That location is worth five hundred dollars to any show,"
he mused. "And I got it for forty. Good job!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MISSING SHOW CARS
The work was completed late that afternoon. The Sparling crowd
had got the best of their rivals in the window work as well.
Sparling show bills were everywhere.
But Phil was thoughtful. He did not like the methods he was
obliged to follow, yet he knew that it was a part of the
show business. He had the satisfaction, too, of knowing that
he had done nothing unfair. He had got the best of his rivals
by perfectly fair methods, and he would pursue no others, no
matter how badly he was beaten.
After making a round of the town, during which he had twice
passed the scowling manager of the canary car, Phil returned
to his own car, as there were frequently matters arising there
that needed his attention.
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