"Thank you; I do not smoke."
Tripp looked at him in amazement.
"And you in the show business?"
"Is that any reason why a man"s habits should not be regular?"
"N-n-n-o," admitted the rival slowly.
"Well, I must be going, just the same. I have considerable work to do in the car."
Bob rose reluctantly and followed Phil from the dining room.
He had hoped to detain the young car manager longer, or until his own men could get a good start on the work of the day.
He looked for no difficulty, however, in outwitting his young opponent.
As they approached the railroad yards each car stood as they had left it, shades pulled well down and no signs of life aboard.
"Looks as if your crew was still asleep," smiled Tripp.
"I might say the same of yours, did I not know to the contrary,"
answered Phil suggestively.
Bob shot a keen glance at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing much. Of course I did not think your men would be asleep all this time. They are surely out to breakfast by this time."
"You ain"t half as big a fool as you look, are you?" demanded the rival manager. "Well, I will see you later."
Each went to his little office and began the work of the day, but there was a grim smile of satisfaction on the face of each.
Fully an hour pa.s.sed, and one of the lithographers from the rival car went aboard with the information that they were unable to get a piece of paper in any window in town thus far.
"Why not?" demanded Tripp.
"They say their windows are already contracted for," was the answer.
"Contracted for?"
"Yes."
"By whom?"
"I don"t know. That"s all the information we can get."
"Seen any other showmen about town this morning?"
"No; not any that I know, nor any with paper and brush under his arm."
"H-m-m-m," mused the showman. "That"s queer. It can"t be that the young man across the way has got the start of us. No; that is not possible. He is too green for that. Have his men gone out on the country routes yet, or are they still asleep?"
"I don"t know. n.o.body has seen a living soul around that car this morning, so far as I know."
"I"ll go over town and do a little squaring on my own hook.
I"ll soon find out who has been heading us off, if anyone has."
The manager hurried off with his a.s.sistant, but even he was unable to get any information.
He was baffled and perplexed. He did not understand it.
Tactics entirely new had been sprung on him. He was an expert in the old methods of the game, but these were different.
In the meantime, Phil Forrest, the young advance agent, sat calmly in his stateroom, now and then receiving a report from Teddy Tucker who sauntered in under cover of a string of freight cars on the opposite side, then slipped out again.
Teddy was Phil"s blockade runner this day.
At noon the party on the rival car all adjourned for luncheon, and there they were joined by their manager, who discussed the queer situation with them. This was the time for Phil Forrest.
"Now for the surprise," he said, hurriedly going uptown, where he got his own lithographers together, and the crew that he had hired in town. Every man had been pledged to silence, as had the livery stable man and his helpers.
"Now, shoot the stuff out! Get every window full before those fellows are through their dinner. A five-dollar bill for the man who covers his route first. The banner locations we cannot fill so quickly, but they are all secured, so our friend can"t take them away from us. Now get busy!"
They did. The men of Car Three forgot that they were hungry.
Never before had the lithographers and banner men worked as they did that day. With the extra help that Phil had put on he was able to cover the ground with wonderful quickness.
When the men of the rival crew emerged from the contract hotel, and sat down in front to digest the contract meal, they suddenly opened their eyes in amazement.
In every window within sight of them there hung a gaudy Sparling circus bill, some windows being plastered full of them.
They called the manager hastily.
"Look!" said his a.s.sistant.
"What! We"re tricked! But they haven"t got far with their work.
They haven"t had time. Don"t you see, the lazy fellows have just got to work. After them, men! Beat them out! You"ve got to out bill this town!"
As the men hurried out into the other streets the same unpleasant sight met their eyes. Every available window bore a Sparling bill; every wall obtainable had a Sparling banner tacked to it.
One could not look in any direction without his gaze resting on a Sparling advertis.e.m.e.nt.
Bob Tripp was mad all through.
He had been outwitted.
In his anger he started for Car Three. Reaching it he discovered the young advance agent on the shady side of Car Three, lounging in a rocking chair reading a book.
Phil"s idea of dramatic situations was an excellent one.
"What do you mean, playing such a trick on me?" demanded the irate rival.