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 hit you."

He walked slowly away, hardly knowing what to do. Soon a feeling of
indignation took possession of him as he considered the peril to which
Quigg had exposed him.

"He's used to towns and he must know it all. However, I'll ask this
man in blue. I reckon he must be one of them police that darky spoke
about."

The big officer halted as Ralph began to question him concerning the
rights of bill stickers generally and his own in particular.

"Have ye any license?" demanded the policeman gruffly. "How many bills
have you put up?"

"I don't know what you mean by a license," said Ralph, whose only idea
regarding licenses was that they were something "to get married with."

"Ye don't! Who's your boss?"

Ralph explained as best he could Mr. Quigg's occupation and
whereabouts, and also intimated that he had posted probably half a
dozen bills.