I would prefer to turn, or to try to turn,
a triple somersault off a springboard. Mr. Sparling has
appointed me manager of Car Three. I suppose, instead of Phil
Forrest, I shall be referred to as The Boss after this."
The whole crew sprang to their feet.
"Three cheers for The Boss!" shouted the Missing Link.
"Hip, hip, hooray! Tiger!" howled the crew, while Phil stood
blushing like a girl. Teddy was swelling with pride.
"I'm it, too," he chimed in, tapping his chest significantly.
"Boys," continued Phil, "I probably know less about the actual
work of the advance than any man here. Anyone of you can give
me points."
"No, we can't," interrupted several voices at once.
"I am also younger than any of you. I know a great deal about
the business back with the show, but not much of what should
be done ahead. But I am going to know all about it in a very
short time. While I shall be the Boss, I am going to be the
friend of every man here. You are not going to be abused.
Just so long as you do your work you will be all right.
The first man caught shirking his work closes then and there.
But I shall have to look to you for my own success.
I'll work _with_ you. I understand that we have strong
opposition ahead of us. Let's you and me take off our coats,
tighten our belts, sail in with our feet, our hands and our
heads--and beat the enemy to a standstill! Will you do it?"
"We will, you bet!" shouted the crew.
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