Increasing his
speed, he leaped to the rear platform of the car, and sprang up
on the platform railing. Here, grasping the edge, he pulled
himself to the roof, where he sat down with his feet dangling
over, grinning defiantly.
"Come down from there!" roared the manager. "I'll teach you
to play your miserable pranks on me!" The roof of the car was
beyond the ability of Mr. Snowden to reach.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you had your nose stuck in the paste
pot when I turned on the steam," murmured Teddy.
This served only to increase the anger of the man on the ground.
"You did it on purpose; you know you did!" roared Mr. Snowden.
"Come down, I tell you."
"You come up. It's fine up here!"
The manager, now angered past all control, uttered a growl.
Hastily gathering up a handful of coal he began heaving the
pieces at Teddy. But Tucker was prepared for just such
an emergency.
>From his pockets he drew several chunks of coal, that he had
picked up during his sprinting match around the car. He let
these drive at Mr. Snowden, one after the other, not, however,
throwing with sufficient force to do much damage. He did not
wish to harm his superior, but he did want to drive him off.
Mr. Snowden soon got enough of the bombardment, for he was
getting the worst of it all the time.
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