"What do I care about the pole?
I've broken myself. I won't be able to sit down again
this season. Oh, why did I ever come with this outfit?"
"Hurry and get down. We shall have the whole town awake
if you keep up that racket."
Phil let himself down to where Teddy sat rubbing himself
and growling.
"Go on down. You are not hurt," commanded Phil.
"I am, I tell you."
"Well, are you going to stay up here all night?"
Teddy pulled himself together, preparing for the descent.
"Can you get down alone? If not I will tie a rope to you to
protect you."
"No; you keep away from me. I'll get down if you let me alone."
"Teddy Tucker, you are an ungrateful boy."
"I'm a sore boy; that's what I am. Don't speak to me till
I get down again. Then I'll talk with you and I'll have
something to say, too. I want that fifty dollars for
putting the banner up, too."
"Well, wait till you get down, anyhow," retorted
Phil impatiently.
Teddy made his way down, muttering and growling every foot of the
way, followed by Phil at a safe distance, the latter chuckling
and laughing at Teddy's rage.
Young Tucker had nearly reached the base of the pole, when once
more he missed his footing.
Billy Conley was just below him, ready to assist, when Teddy
landed on him, both going down together.
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