"How we goin' to make these feathers stick?" asked Billy. They were in a dilemma till the resourceful Jimmy came to the rescue. "Wait a minute," he cried, "I'll be back 'fore you can say 'Jack Robinson'." He rolled over the fence and was back in a few minutes, gleefully holding up a bottle. "This muc'lage'll make 'em stick," he panted, almost out of breath.