"Talk about Teddy taking
long chances, I am going to try to take some chances tonight that
are far more dangerous. But I must do something."
Phil had seen a section gang go out in the morning. They had not
come in yet, so the Circus Boy strolled over toward the station
shortly after six o'clock waiting for the section gang to return.
They did not come in until after seven o'clock.
As the men were going by the station, having put their
handcar away, Phil motioned to the foreman of the gang,
a bright faced Irishman.
"How are you?" greeted Phil smilingly.
The foreman waved a hand, at which Phil beckoned the man to come
to him.
"Are there any more trains over this division tonight?"
"Only number forty-two going west."
"She is due shortly after midnight, is she not?"
"Yes."
"Do you like to go to the circus, Pat?"
"I do."
"Have you a family?"
"I have."
"Will you do me a favor if I give you tickets to the show for
yourself and family?"
"That I will. What show is yours?"
"The Sparling Combined Shows."
"That your car over there?"
"Yes--Car Three."
"You run it?"
"I do."
"Pretty young fellow to handle a car like that, aren't you?"
"I guess you are right. However, I am running it just the same."
"What is it you want me to do?"
"In the first place I want you to keep a close mouth.
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