20/24 "Got a big job in this neighborhood ?" "Pretty big, sir." "Who's your foreman ?" "Smith. He's in the livery office." Then the man climbed into his wagon and drove away, and Hopkins turned into the livery office. A thin-faced man with sharp eyes was Talking with the proprietor. I want a hundred big signs painted mighty quick." "Sorry, sir; we've got all we can handle here for two or three weeks." "It's got to be done quick or not at all. |