CHAPTER XIV.
THE YOUNG AUCTIONEER.
"I feel like a cat in a strange garret!" exclaimed Matt, as he walked up and down behind the counter on a raised platform he and Andy had placed there. "This is like going into cold water an inch at a time. I would rather plunge in head first."
"Then here goes," cried Andy, catching up an accordion that stood close at hand. "Let us see what we can do toward drawing a crowd in. There must be something going on, for the streets are filling up with people."
"There is a cheap circus to exhibit. I saw the posters. Perhaps they intend to give a parade."
"Most likely. Get your banjo, Matt, and let us give them our best selection."
Matt did as requested; and as the music rang out those on the pavement began to pause, and half a dozen stopped at the open door and peered in.
"Come right in! Come right in!" shouted Andy.
