ou going to do with it?" one of us called down to him.

He said, "Well, pictures of this ad are used for all sorts of
things--hat boxes, everything. Your faces will go all over the country."

"Mine?" Pee-wee shouted.

"Yes, and very likely we'll use this idea for the big signs too," the
man said. "We might have some wood cut-outs for scouts. How would that
be?"

"Not for this patrol," I shouted down. "We're not wooden scouts."

"Are we a part of the ad?" the kid shouted.

The man said, "That's what you are. Always on top like Brown's hats, eh?
Now I'll tell you what you boys do, if you're not in too much of a
hurry. You just sit up there till the next train goes by. I've got to
hustle to Addison station to catch that train. Our advertising man, Mr.
Bull, will be on it and he'll see just how the sign looks with you
youngsters on it. I dare say he'll reward you."

"We should worry about rewards," I said. "We're part of an ad, that's
enough for us. We'll sit here if the train isn't too long coming."

He said, "Well, you suit yourselves about that, but you've given me an
idea and I'm much obliged to you. I think we'll use the scouts-on-top
idea."

"We're like Brown's hats, hey?" Pee-wee shouted.

"That's it," the man said.

"Pee-wee's like a soft hat, he's young and tender," Hunt said.

"Sure," I said; "you're the tallest one, you're a high-hat."

Dorry grabbed the top of the sign because the breeze was blowing a
little. "I hope I don't blow off like some hats," he said.

The painter went away and we all sat there singing:

"Nine little boy scouts,
Asked to sit and wait.
One of them got blown off,
Then there were eight."

CHAPTER XXXIV

A LITTLE BIT OFF THE TOP

We liked that verse so much that we made another one.

"Eight little boy scouts,
Glad there ain't eleven.
One of them fell backward,
Then there were seven."

Westy said, "If they have a row of wooden scouts up here with the words
_always on top_ underneath, that will make a good ad, hey? I wonder how
much they'd pay us to sit here all the time?"

"Labor is very high," I said; "about ten feet up. Maybe they'd give us
some hats."

"Everything is going up," Westy said; "let's go down."

"Wait till the train goes by," I said. "I'd like Mr. Cow to see us, or
whatever his name is."

Then Westy began singing:

"Oh, boy scouts they were nine
They were sitting on a sign."

Then Dorr