Teddy loosened the brake a little, then tried the coupling
lever again.
This time it swung over with a bang. The lad lost his balance
for an instant, and nearly went overboard.
"My, that was a close shave," he exclaimed, hanging desperately
to the platform railing, the wind blowing about him in a
perfect gale.
"Hello, I wonder what has become of our friends?" laughed the
Circus Boy to himself.
Teddy had uncoupled Car Three from the others in their rear, and
the cars of his rivals were dropping behind rapidly. He could
see the dim lights in the car nearest to him, but even these were
rapidly disappearing. A few minutes later as the train swept
around a bend, the rival advertising cars disappeared from sight.
Teddy knew that they would stop in a few minutes, and lie
there stalled.
Teddy Tucker had done a very serious thing, but in his zeal he
thought he had accomplished a great feat. Well satisfied with
his efforts the lad entered his own car softly, undressed in the
corridor and crept quietly to bed. In a very short time he was
snoring, sleeping the sleep of peace and innocence.
Teddy hardly moved again that night, until he was roused out by
Phil at three o'clock the next morning.
The lad grumbled sleepily and finally tumbled out rubbing
his eyes.
Phil stepped out to the rear platform before dressing, for a
breath of the fresh morning air.
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