He had too many other
things to think of.
The next stand was to be in Oklahoma. Phil hoped that, by the
time they reached there, they would be far enough ahead of the
rival cars to shake them off entirely.
That afternoon he and Teddy went over town to look over the work.
One of the first things to attract Phil's attention was a flag
pole towering high above everything else in the city.
"Wouldn't I like to unfurl a Sparling banner from the top of that
pole," exclaimed Phil, gazing up at the top. "How high is that
pole?" he asked of a man standing near him.
"One hundred feet."
Teddy whistled softly.
"I wonder if I could get the consent of the town authorities to
run some advertising matter up there?"
"Couldn't do it, even if you got the permission," answered
the man.
"Why not?"
"There is no rope on the pole. It rotted off a year ago."
"That is too bad. I had already set my heart on billing
the pole. It can be seen from all parts of the city, can
it not?"
"Yes, and a long way out of the city at that."
"Come on, Teddy; let's not look at it. It makes me feel sad to
think I cannot possess that pole."
"I wonder if you will ever be satisfied?" grumbled Teddy.
"Not as long as there is a spot on earth large enough for a
Sparling one-sheet left uncovered.
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