d his approval.

"You'll do, I guess. Be careful about the corners. If a corner
doubles on you, you're in trouble. I'll fasten up, and run round to
the newspapers with a few ads. then finish fixing up. Look sharp;
don't get lost, and be back as soon as you can."

Ralph took his way down Main Street, feeling, as he expressed it, a
good deal like a duck out of water.

Presently he stopped at a high board fence and stuck a couple of bills
without much trouble. Quigg had not instructed him where and where not
to place the posters, and he was pasting a large one against the front
of a closed warehouse, when some one at a near by corner called out:

"Hey, there! Yo' white boy, there! What are yo' up to?"

CHAPTER VII.

An Enraged Photographer.

Ralph continued his work, thinking some one else was referred to, when
he was seized by the shoulder and jerked rudely around.

His mountain blood was aflame in an instant, and seeing only that his
assailant was a negro boy but little larger than himself, he let drive
with his fist and sent the other staggering against the wall.

"Gret king!" exclaimed the darky, rubbing his ear, which had received
the blow, "What yo' do dat for, anyhow?"

"To teach folks to mind their own business," replied Ralph, turning to
his half stuck poster again.

"P'lice have you, when yo' stick dat up dar. Disher's private
proputty."

"Can't I stick these wherever I want to?" asked Ralph, in surprise.

"Cou'se not. Better tear dat one down."

Ralph hesitated, then deeming that in his ignorance of city life, he
had better be prudent, he removed the offending poster, then turned to
the negro, who still stood angrily looking on.

"I'm sorry I hit you," said Ralph. "You see, you took hold of me
pretty rough and I--ain't used to it exactly."

At this apology the colored lad grinned, then explained in his own
terse way that only certain places were set aside for bill sticking.
even these were rented out to regular bill posters who paid the city
for the privilege of using them.

Ralph listened in astonishment.

"Then I ain't really got a right to stick my bills anywhere, have I?"

The darkey was not certain, but inclined to the belief that such was
the case, unless Ralph had arranged matters with those who rented these
privileges.

"Well, I'm much obliged for telling me," returned Ralph, picking up his
bucket of paste.

"You are a good fellow, and I say again I'm sorry I hi