a sperrit."

"You're crazy," Pee-Wee said. "What's the use of being scared at an
old rattly bridge. If you want to help us I'll tell you how you can do
it. I made a lot of signs and you can tack them all up on the trees
along the road for us if you want to. I'll show you just how to do it."

No one was at the shack when they reached it for Pepsy was about
her household duties, so she had no knowledge of this new recruit in
their enterprise. Pee-Wee's conscience was clear in this matter,
however, for he had enlisted Licorice Stick as an employee, at the
staggering salary of twenty-five cents a week; there was no thought
of his being a partner. The willing assistance of his new friend would
leave his own time free for more important duties, and the advertising
work once done, Licorice Stick was to devote his time to catching fish
for the "sto" and other incidental duties.

Pee-Wee now arranged his advertising masterpieces in order for
posting. The imposing type on the cards impressed Licorice Stick deeply.
He could not read two words but he seemed to sense the sensational
announcements, and the arrow which Pee-Wee had made on each card to
indicate the direction of the shack was regarded by him as a sort of
mystic symbol.

"This is the way you have to do," Pee-Wee said; "now pay attention,
because it pays to advertise. There are two cards for each sign, see?"

"Dey's nice black print," Licorice Stick said with reverent
appreciation. "En dey's de magic sign, too."