Teddy's heart was thumping pretty hard as he thrust his chin over the
edge of the sign and whispered, "You fellows down there?"
"Yes," answered the boys.
"Well, what you so scared at?" he asked, tauntingly, as a way of keeping
up his own courage. "Look out, now, and I'll have this sign down there
before you know it." He rose up and started to hurry along the cornice,
but stumbled over something and went down with a great thump.
Fortunately he fell on the ledge, and the sign kept him from rolling
into the street.
"What's the matter, Ted?" asked the others, excitedly.
"Nothing. Don't know. Fell over something." He felt about in the
darkness, and added: "Iron thing to put a big flag in. Forgot it was
here."
He crawled on to the other end, and readily pulled up the other iron
that held the sign in place. Then he crept back to the middle, looking
out for the flag-staff bracket this time, and tied one end of his
clothes-line around the sign. He took a half turn with the line around
the flag-holder, which he stood astride, lifted up on the sign to
release it from the supports on which it rested, and began to lower it
slowly. "Get ready, there!" he whispered to the other boys. The sign was
heavier than he had expected, and the rope hurt his hands. But he shut
his teeth together and hung on, and slowly paid out the line. Just then
there came the sound of a heavy step up the street. Teddy tried to let
the rope go a little faster, but it suddenly shot through his hands. The
sign struck the stone sidewalk broadside with a report like a gun, and
the end of the rope, which was entangled with his feet, jerked him off
the ledge, and he shot down after the sign. But the flag bracket which
had tripped him up before saved him this time. Its upturned end caught
under the back of his jacket, and stopped him with a jerk, his
shoulder-blades against the front of the ledge, and his legs dangling in
the air above the doorway. Between the crash of the falling sign and the
heavy footsteps, which sounded precisely like the watchman's, the other
boys had been too frightened to think, and had scampered down the street
faster than they had ever run before.
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