slipped down tight.

"Hooray!" cried Phil, twisting the rope about one leg and waving
a hand to those below him.

They drew a long, relieved sigh. The farmers, one after the
other, took off their hats and mopped their foreheads.

"Warm, isn't it?" grinned the owner of the silo.

"Now, pass up your brush and paste on this rope." Phil had
brought a small rope with him for this very purpose.

Billy got busy at once and in a few minutes Phil had the brush
and paste in his hands, with which he proceeded to smear as much
of the side of the silo as was within reach. It will be
remembered that he was hanging on the rope by one leg, around
which the rope was twisted as only showmen know how to do.

"Now, the paper," called Phil.

This was passed up to him in the same way. In a few moments he
had pasted on a great sheet, having first pulled himself up to
the eaves to secure the top of the sheet just under them.

"Now that you have one sheet on, how are you going to get around
to the other side to put others on?" demanded Conley.

"Oh, I'll show you. Be patient down there. I have got to change
a leg; this one is getting numb."