"Couple us up next to your rear car, and put the other fellows on
the rear if you will," he said to the conductor. "They are going
to Owls' Valley, but we are going through. Please say nothing to
them about what I have told you. Here's a pass for
the circus."
The rest was easy. Soon the train was rumbling away, with Teddy
the happiest mortal on it. But he did not go to bed. Not Teddy!
He sat up to make sure that his plans did not miscarry.
Owls' Valley was reached in due time, and the Circus Boy was
outside to make sure that no mistake was made. He did not
propose that Car Three should, by any slip, be sidetracked
at the deserted village.
Very shortly afterwards they were again on their way, and Teddy
went to bed well satisfied with his night's work. When the men
woke up early next morning a new train crew was in charge, for
the advertising car was making a long run.
Phil was the first to awaken. As was customary with him he
stepped to the window and peered out.
"Why, we seem to be the last car on the train. There were
three opposition cars behind us when we started out last night.
I wonder what that means?"
Quickly dressing, he went out on the platform. Leaning over he
looked ahead. Car Three was the only show car on the train.
"That is queer. I do not understand it at all.
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