up on them he shouted to his driver to go on to the next stop.
When they made it finally, they were passed by the crew from
the canary advance car.

It was give and take. Such billing never had been seen along the
Kansas highway before. But, up to the present moment, the
Sparling crew had much the best of it.

"This won't do, boys; I have got to get back. I have no
business here. Keep this right up. Don't lag for an instant.
Is there a town near here?"

The driver informed Phil that there was one about a mile ahead
of them.

Phil rode on until he reached it. Here he jumped out, taking a
bundle of paper with him, ordering his men to drive on. With him
he carried a bucket of paste and a brush.

Phil went to work like a seasoned billposter, plastering every
old stable and tight board fence in the village. By the time
the rival crews drove in there was little space left for them,
and such spots as were left were all on back or side streets.

"I guess they will know we have been here," decided Phil. "Now I
must find a way to get back to the car."

Inquiring at the post office he learned where he might be able to
hire a rig.