"That's betwixt you and him," replied the officer indifferently. "I'm
here to look out for the city. If you are going to take pictures, get
out your license at wanst. And you'd better be after seeing Bud
McShane the regular bill sticker, about the rint of what space ye want,
or he'll be in your hair, the nixt."

With this the policeman walked leisurely away, swinging his club.

Quigg surveyed Ralph with disgust.

"Put down that bucket and brush," said he, "and unsling those posters.
You're too precious green for my business, by half."

"Green I may be," returned the boy, disburdening himself at once, "but
I am no liar, and I can't say as I want to work for a liar either."

"You impudent rascal!" cried Quigg, thoroughly enraged, "I'll teach you
to call names!"

Quigg was small for a man, and Ralph large for a boy of his age. When
the former advanced threateningly, the mountain lad stood firm and eyed
his employer steadily.

"You can talk as you please, Mr. Quigg; but--keep your hands off."

The little artist stormed and threatened, but came no nearer.

"If you had been sharp," said he "you would have posted those bills in
a hurry and dodged the police. I could have taken pictures for a few
days, then boarded the train before the authorities got onto the