"I'll turn the hose on you!" he bellowed, making a dash for the
interior of the car, where it was his intention to turn on the
boiling hot water and steam.
"I guess it's time to leave," decided Teddy. Quickly hopping
down he ran and hid behind a freight car a short distance from
the show car. When Mr. Snowden came out, grasping the hissing
hose, his victim was nowhere to be seen.
Uttering angry imprecations and threats the manager returned
to his office, changed his clothes, then strode off up town
to a hotel to get a bath, of which he was very much in need
at the moment.
"I guess he will be cooled off by the time he gets back," decided
Teddy, emerging from his hiding place. "I think I will go back
to work. I must earn my money somehow. That man is crazy, but I
have an idea he will be sane after I get through with him."
Teddy returned to his paste-making. Henry, the porter, was
so frightened that he hardly dared talk to Teddy, for fear
the manager might catch him doing so and vent his wrath on
the Englishman.
As the Circus Boy had surmised Mr. Snowden returned after a two
hours' absence, much chastened in spirit. He did not even look
at Teddy Tucker, though the latter was watching the manager out
of the corners of his eyes. Mr. Snowden went directly to his
stateroom where he locked himself in.
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