"All right; I have it figured out. We have our work cut out
for us. You wait here while I run back to the car."
Teddy curled up on the truck, promptly going to sleep, while Phil
hurried to the car to get the address of the liveryman who had
the contract for running the country routes for the show.
The lad came running back, and, darting into the station, found
a telephone. After some delay he succeeded in reaching the
livery stable.
"This is Car Three of the Sparling Shows," he said.
"Yes, Car Three. I want those teams at our car at two o'clock
this morning. Not a minute later. Can't do it? You've got to
do it! Do you hear what I say? I want those teams there at
two o'clock. Very well; see that you _do!_"
Out to the platform darted Phil in search of Teddy. The latter
was snoring industriously.
Phil grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down on
the platform.
"Ouch!" howled Teddy.
"Get up, you sleepy-head!"
"I'll friz you for that!" declared Tucker, squaring
off pugnaciously.
"Don't be silly, Teddy. This is the first emergency we have had
to face. Don't let's act like a couple of children. We must
beat the opposition, and I'm going to beat them out, no matter
what the cost or the effort. Listen! I want you to go to the
contract livery stable.
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