He walked slowly away, hardly knowing what to do. Soon a feeling of indignation took possession of him as he considered the peril to which Quigg had exposed him.
"He"s used to towns and he must know it all. However, I"ll ask this man in blue. I reckon he must be one of them police that darky spoke about."
The big officer halted as Ralph began to question him concerning the rights of bill stickers generally and his own in particular.
"Have ye any license?" demanded the policeman gruffly. "How many bills have you put up?"
"I don"t know what you mean by a license," said Ralph, whose only idea regarding licenses was that they were something "to get married with."
"Ye don"t! Who"s your boss?"
Ralph explained as best he could Mr. Quigg"s occupation and whereabouts, and also intimated that he had posted probably half a dozen bills.
"Come with me, then," said the officer. "We"ll look into this."
He took Ralph by the arm and marched him back to the corner of Third and Main Streets, followed by an increasing retinue of street Arabs, both white and black.
When Mr. Quigg saw the officer he shook his fist at Ralph.
"Couldn"t you keep yourself out of trouble?" he demanded.
"Why didn"t you tell me that the walls were not free?" retorted Ralph.
"I was told I had no right to post bills anywhere, and this man says I ought to have a license."
The artist a.s.sumed an air of injured innocence.
"Didn"t I tell you to go straight to the city hall and procure my license?"
"No; you didn"t," said the boy, angered at this barefaced attempt to place him in a false position.
"You told me to go out and paste up these bills, and you didn"t say a word about license or anything else."
"That"s what I get for picking up a lad I know nothing about," remarked Quigg, turning to the officer, with a shrug and uplifted eyebrows. "He crept into my car night before last when I was asleep, and being sorry for him I gave him some work. And now he gets me into this sc.r.a.pe."
"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 s.p.a.ce 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 scheme."
"That wouldn"t be honest, would it?"
"Honest! Get out of here. What you"ve eaten is good pay for the little you"ve done. As it is, I shall have a fine bill to settle with the city on account of your folly."
"You did not care whether I got into trouble or not, so you saved a little by swindling the city. That"s about what it amounts to, as far as I can make out."
"Get out, I say. Tramp! Scat with you!"
Mr. Quigg fairly danced with futile anger, while Ralph, seeing the uselessness of further words, walked rapidly off.
The small crowd disappointed in beholding a fight, slowly dispersed.
The last Ralph saw of his former "boss," the latter was trying to secure another a.s.sistant from the idle boys looking on.
"Well," thought the mountain lad, as he walked aimlessly up one of the princ.i.p.al streets, "I am no worse off than I was before I met that fellow. I"m further on my way, wherever I fetch up at, and I haven"t had to spend any money yet."
The sights and sounds of city life so interested him for the next hour or two, that he partially forgot the exigencies of his situation in contemplating the strange scenes by which he was surrounded.
The street cars, the drays, the carriages, and the other intermingling vehicles puzzled his senses and deafened his ears.
"What a racket they keep up," thought he. "It"s a wonder they don"t run into each other! And the women! I never saw such dressin" before, nor so many pretty girls. Our mountain folks on meeting day ain"t nowhere. The houses are so high I don"t see how they ever climb to the top. I"d just as soon crawl up old Peaky Top back of our cabin on Hiawa.s.see."
Down at the railroad station he narrowly escaped being run over by a swiftly moving engine. Its shrill whistle and the objurgations of the fireman as it pa.s.sed, startled him not a little.
For some time he watched the movements of trains and the shifting of cars, and finally found his way into the general waiting room for pa.s.sengers. A red shirted bootblack accosted him in a bantering tone.
"Hey, country! Have your mud splashers shined? Only a nickel."
"I"ll shine your nose with my fist, if you don"t let me alone," said Ralph, with so fierce a scowl that the boy edged away.
The mountain lad, though but half comprehending the bootblack"s meaning, was aware that he was being made game of. He paused before a full length mirror in the toilet room, and for the first time in his life obtained a good view of his entire person.
"I declare! That looking gla.s.s is a sight. I"m a sight, too. I don"t wonder folks call me country."
He was sharp enough to realize the difference in appearance, between himself in his home made outfit and the generally smart youth of the city. Yet he could hardly define wherein the contrast consisted.
"I know I ain"t no fool," was his reflection, "yet I know I must look like one to these sa.s.sy town fellows."
The sight of an Italian fruit and cake stand reminded him that he was hungry, so he invested a nickel in a frugal supply of gingerbread, which he munched as he stood on the curb.
"Take banana. T"ree fo" five centa," urged the black eyed girl, with large ear rings, who had supplied his wants.
Ralph eyed the pendulous fruit dubiously. He had never seen anything like it before.
"Looks some like skinned sweet taters," he said to himself. "Are they good?" he queried aloud.