"I've got the order for these signs in my pocket, and I'll have 'em painted all over the district in a week.

Keep your eyes open, Doc.

If we've got to fight we won't shirk it; but I don't look for much trouble from a parcel of girls." Mr.Hopkins was quite cheerful by this time, for he had thought out the situation and his "fighting blood was up," as he expressed it.
He walked away whistling softly to himself and decided that he would go over to the livery stable, get a horse and buggy, drive out into the country, and spend the day talking with the farmers.
But when he turned the corner into the side street where the livery was located he was astonished to find a row of horses and wagons lining each side of the street, and in each vehicle two men in white jumpers and overalls.

The men were in charge of huge cans of paints, assorted brushes, ladders, scaffolds and other paraphernalia.
There must have been twenty vehicles, altogether, and some of the rigs were already starting out and driving briskly away in different directions.
Mr.Hopkins was puzzled.

He approached one of the white-overalled men who was loading cans of paint into a wagon and inquired: "Who are you fellows ?" "Sign painters," answered the man, with an amused look.
"Who do you work for ?" "The Carson Advertising Sign Company of Cleveland." "Oh, I see," replied Hopkins.