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"That will be about all from you, Rosie," rebuked the Missing Link.
"This car leaves at eight o'clock this evening. After we get started, come in and I will give you all your a.s.signments for tomorrow. My friend, Teddy, has been promoted to the position of press agent with the car, and a few other things at the same time. Henry, you will attend to the paste-making, beginning tomorrow. This being a billboard town, I am going to skip it and get into the territory where the opposition is stronger. I have arranged with the local billposters to take care of the work here."
"That is all I have to say just now, boys. When you have anything to ask or to suggest, you know where the office is.
Mr. Conley, will you please come to the office now? We have quite a lot to talk over."
The men gave three rousing cheers.
Phil Forrest had made his debut as a car manager in a most auspicious manner, at the same time winning the loyalty of every man on the car.
CHAPTER XII
FACING AN EMERGENCY
"Well, this is what I call pretty soft," chuckled Teddy Tucker.
Car Three was under motion again, bowling along for the next stand, fifty miles away. The lads were sitting in their cosy office, Teddy lounging back on the divan, Phil in an easy chair at the roll-top desk. The lights shed a soft glow over the room; the bell rope above their heads swayed, tapping its rings with the regularity of the tick of a watch.
"Who sleeps upstairs, you or I?" asked Teddy.
"I will, if you prefer the lower berth."
"I do. It has springs under it."
"You will wish it had no springs, one of these nights, when you get bounced out of bed to the floor. Do you know that Pullman cars have no springs?"
"No; is that so?"
"That is the fact."
"Why?"
"Because, on rough or crooked roads, most of the pa.s.sengers would be sleeping in the aisle. All hands would be bounced out.
You are welcome to the lower berth."
"Shall we turn in and try them?"
"No; I am going to wait until we get to our destination. I want to see that the car is properly placed, in view of the fact that this is our first night in charge. I want to know how everything is handled by the railroad. You may go to bed if you wish."
"No; I guess I will sit up. I have a book to read. This is too fine to spoil by going to bed. I could sit up all night looking at the place. Why, this is just like being on a private car, isn't it?"
"It is a private car."
There were delays along the route to the next stand, and the car was laid over for more than an hour at a junction point, so that it was well past midnight when they reached their destination.
Phil and Teddy both went outside when the train entered the yards, Tucker hopping off as they swung into the station.
"Where are you going?" called Phil.
"Going to see if I can find anything that looks like food,"
answered Teddy, strolling away. "My stomach must have attention.
It's been hours since it had any material to work with. Will you come along?"
"No; I am going to bed as soon as we get placed."
"Bad habit to go to bed on an empty stomach," called back the irrepressible Teddy.
The train that had drawn them uncoupled and started away; in a few moments a switching engine backed down, hooked to the show car and tore back and forth through the yards, finally placing the car at the far side of the yard behind a long row of freight cars.
All the men on board were asleep, and now that the car would not be disturbed before morning, Phil entered his stateroom and went to bed.
He had not been asleep long when he felt himself being violently shaken. A hand, an insistent hand, was on his shoulder.
"Phil, wake up! Wake up!"
The boy was out of bed instantly.
"What is it? Oh, that you, Teddy? What did you wake me up for?"
"You'll be glad I did wake you when you hear what I have to say."
"Then hurry up and say it. I am so sleepy I can scarcely keep my eyes open. What time is it?"
"Half-past one."
"Goodness, and we have to get up before five o'clock! What is it you wanted to tell me? Nothing is wrong, I hope."
"I don't know. But there is something doing."
"Well, well, what is it?"
"I think there is another show car in the yards."
"A show car?"
"Yes."
"You don't say!"
"I _do_ say."
"Who's car is it?"
"I didn't wait to look. I saw the engine s.h.i.+ft it in."
"Where is it?"