handling of Licorice Stick.

"What did I tell you to do?" he shouted, his face red with terrible
wrath. "What did I tell you to do? Do you know the way you put those
cards up? You made fools of us, that's what you did!"

"I done gone make no fools of you, no how:" Licorice Stick exclaimed. "I
see a sperrit 'n I shakes like dat, I do. As shu I'm stan' here I see a
sperrit in dem woods."

From a vivid and terrifying narrative the partners made out that
while Licorice Stick was on his way to embellish the wayside in strict
accordance with instructions, he had encountered a spirit from the other
world in the form of the carnival clown whom we have seen pass our
wayside rest.

The ghostly raiment of this lowly humorist and the motley decoration
of his face had so frightened Licorice Stick that he had dropped his cards
and retreated frantically into the woods. When the awful apparition had
passed he hid stealthily shuffled back to the spot and with many furtive
glances about him had gathered up the cards with trembling hands, and
proceeded to post them in pairs without regard to their proper order.

After this triumphant exploitation feat (which ought to commend him
to every lying advertiser in the world) Licorice Stick had shuffled into
a new path of glory, going to the carnival, where (not finding the
sperrit in evidence) he had accepted a position to stand behind a
piece of canvas with his head in an opening and allow people to throw
baseballs at him.