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 shift it in."
"Where is it?"
"Way over the other side of the station, on the last track."
Phil sprang for his trousers, getting into them in short order,
while Teddy looked on inquiringly.
"Anybody would think you were a fireman the way you tear into
those pants. What's your rush?"
"Rush? Teddy Tucker, we have business on hand."
"Business?"
"Yes, business. It's mighty lucky for us that your appetite
called you out. I shall never go to sleep again without knowing
who is in the yard, and where. Come and show me where they are."
"I'm sorry I told you."
"And I am mighty thankful. You see, something told me to leave
that last town and hurry on."
"Something tells me to go to bed," growled Teddy.
"You come along with me, and be quiet. Was the car dark?"
"I guess so."
The boys hurried from Car Three; that is, Phil did, Teddy
lagging behind.
"Over that way," he directed.
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