"
"Glad to know you, boys," smiled Phil. "Do you know where we are
to sleep?"
"See that pile of paper up there?"
"Yes."
"Well, it's that or the floor for yours. All the rest of the
berths are occupied, unless the Boss is going to let you sleep
in the office with him."
"I rather think he will not invite us. He seems to be in a huff
about something tonight," answered Phil dryly, at which there was
a loud laugh.
"What's this Johnnie Bull tells me about a roughhouse in the
office this afternoon?" demanded Conley suddenly.
"I would rather not talk about that," replied Phil, coloring.
"Come here, you Englishman, and tell us all about it. Our friend
is too modest."
The porter did not respond quickly enough to suit the men so they
pounced upon him and tossed him to the top of a pile of paper.
"Now, talk up, or its the paste can for yours," they demanded.
Henry rather haltingly described what he had seen in the
stateroom that afternoon, describing in detail how Phil had
worsted the manager of the car.
When the recital had been concluded, all hands turned and
surveyed Phil curiously.
"Well, who would have thought it?" wondered Rosie, in an
awed voice.
Krao, the Missing Link, and Baby Egawa sidled up to Phil and
gingerly felt his arm muscles.
"Woof!" exclaimed the Baby.
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