"
"All right; I will take that for granted. But tell me what it is
that is disturbing you so early in the morning?" questioned Phil
with a short laugh.
"We're all surrounded," answered Teddy grimly.
"Surrounded?"
"Yes."
"I don't understand."
"You will, pretty soon."
"Surrounded by what?"
"Opposition."
"What!"
"What's the matter, can't you hear this morning?"
"I hear very well, but I don't understand what you mean when you
say we are surrounded by opposition. It strikes me we have been
surrounded by nothing else since we took charge of Car Three."
Teddy nodded.
"Yep, that's right. But this is different. On our left, if
you will observe closely, you will notice the canary yellow
of Car Three of the so-called Greatest Show on Earth. On your
right, if you still keep your eyes open and look hard, you will
discover the flaming red of the Wallace advance car. And--"
"What!"
"And, as I was saying, if that fails to make an impression on
you, a glance to the rear will discover to your feeble eyesight,
one John Robinson's publicity car."
Having delivered himself of this monologue, Teddy calmly sat down
and began to draw on his trousers, yawning broadly as he did so.
"Methinks, milord, that trouble is brewing in bucketfuls,"
he added.
Phil sprang to the car window, threw up the shade and peered out.
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