He stepped to the other side of the car, looking from the
window there.
"You're right."
"Of course I am right. I'm always right. How does it happen you
did not discover all this after we got in last night!"
"They were not here then. They must have come in afterwards."
Dashing out into the main part of the car Phil called the men.
"Wake up, fellows!"
"What's up," called a voice.
"The yards are full of opposition. Three advertising cars are
here besides our own."
No other urging was necessary to get the crew out of bed.
They came tumbling from their upper berths like as many
firemen upon a sudden alarm. All hands ran to the windows
and peered out.
"Sure enough, they are all here," shouted Conley. "I reckon they
have caught us napping this time."
"No; they are not awake yet. I hope they sleep as well as Bob
Tripp's crew did," answered Phil. "But we have a big job before
us today. You had better hustle through your breakfasts, boys.
I will call up the livery and get the country routes off at once.
Perhaps we can get ahead of the other fellows."
Phil did so, but as his teams drove up another set swung over the
tracks, pulling up before the canary car.
"Hustle it! Hustle it!" cried Phil. "You drivers, if you get
out ahead of the others and keep ahead, you'll get a bonus when
you come in tonight.
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