The Circus Boy looked up with an innocent expression on his face.
"Why, Mr. Tripp, what is it?"
"Is that the way you repay my hospitality?" he shouted.
"Please explain."
Phil"s tone was mild and soothing.
"You have grabbed every hit in this town. It"s unprofessional.
It"s a crooked piece of business. I"ll get even with you for that."
"Why, Mr. Tripp, how can that be, I am green; I am only a beginner, you know," answered the Circus Boy, with his most winning smile.
Bop Tripp gazed at him a moment, then with an angry exclamation turned on his heel and strode back to his own car.
Half an hour later Phil Forrest"s men drove in from their country routes. They had covered them quickly, having got such an early start.
Phil heard their reports. They had left nothing undone.
Phil then hurried over town to pay the bills he had contracted, first leaving word that not a man was to leave the car until his return.
He was back in a short time.
"We go out at two o"clock, boys," he announced upon his return.
"I am leaving the banner men here. They will take a late train out tonight, and join us in the morning."
An express train came thundering in, and before Bob Tripp knew what was in the wind it had coupled on to Car Three. A few moments later Phil Forrest and his crew were bowling away for the next stand. His rivals would not be able to get another train out until very late that night.
Late in the afternoon Bob Tripp"s country crew returned, tired, disgusted and glum.
"Well, what is it?" demanded the now thoroughly irritated manager.
"Not a dozen sheets of paper put up by the whole crew," was the startling announcement. "That Sparling outfit has plastered every spot as big as your hand for forty miles around here."
"What! Why didn"t you cover them?" shrieked the manager.
"Cover them--nothing! They had every location cinched and nailed down. Every farmer stood over the other fellow"s paper with a shot gun."
"Sold! And by a kid at that!" groaned Bob Tripp settling down despairingly into his office chair.
CHAPTER XIV
TEDDY WRITES A LETTER
"I"m only a beginner," mused Phil Forrest, as his car spun along at a sixty-mile gait. "And I"m green, and I have a whole lot to learn, but if Bob Tripp catches up with Car Three, now, he will have to travel some!"
The next town was made quite early in the afternoon.
Phil, however, did not settle down to wait for another day.
He had wired the liveryman in the next town to meet his car, so, immediately upon arrival, he bundled his billposters off on the country routes.
"Work as far as you can before dark, then find places to sleep at a farmhouse. Do the best you can. We must be out of these yards before noon tomorrow, and as much earlier as possible.
If you can post by moonlight do it, even if you have to wake the farmers up along the line to get permission."
The men were well-nigh exhausted, but they rose manfully to the occasion. They realized that there was a master hand over them, even if it were the hand of a boy inexperienced in their line of work.
No manager had ever reeled off work at such a dizzy pace as Phil Forrest was doing. It challenged their admiration and made them forget their weariness.
The country routes started, Phil set his lithographers at work.
The men kept at it until nearly midnight. They had completed their work in the town and in the meantime Phil and Teddy had squared the hits, as they are called--the places where the banners were to be tacked up--all ready for the banner men to get to work when they arrived in town next morning, or late that night.
They arrived about midnight, but the other car did not come on the train with them. They brought the information that the train was a limited one, and would not carry the rival car. Bob Tripp would not be able to get through until sometime the next forenoon.
Phil felt like throwing up his hat and shouting with delight, but his dignity as a car manager would not permit him to do so.
No such limitations were imposed upon Teddy Tucker, however, and Teddy whooped it up for all that was in him.
All hands were weary when they turned in that night. At about eleven o"clock the following morning, the country billposters came in, having completed their routes. Phil had made his arrangements to have his car hauled over the road by a special engine, and shortly after noon Car Three was again on its way, every man on board rejoicing over the drubbing they had given their rival.
Phil Forrest was a hero in their eyes. Not a man of that crew, now, but who would go through fire for him, if need be!
That afternoon the same plan was followed, Phil driving his men out to their work.
"I am sorry, boys," he said. "I don"t like to drive you like this, but we"ve simply got to shake off Tripp and his crew.
In a day or so we will be straightened around again so we can settle down to our regular routine, unless, perhaps, we run into more trouble. You have all done n.o.bly. If it hadn"t been for you I should have been whipped to a standstill by that other outfit."
"Not you," growled the Missing Link. "They don"t grow the kind that can whip the likes of you," in which sentiment the entire crew concurred.
No more was seen of Bob Tripp and his men on that run.
Tripp heard from his general agent, however, with a call-down that made his head ache. The general agent kept the telegraph wires hot for twenty-four hours, and in the end, sent another car ahead of Tripp into the territory that Phil Forrest and his men were working.
Phil, of course, was not aware of this at the time, but he found it out before long.
His car had slipped over into Kansas, by this time, and the crew were now working their way over the prairies.
"It seems to me that it is time you were attending to your press work, Teddy Tucker," said Phil on the following day. "You have not called at a newspaper office since we started under the new arrangement."
"Nope," admitted Teddy.
"Why not?"
"Why, do you think?"
"I am sure I do not know."
"Well, you ought to, seeing you have been keeping me running my legs off twenty-four and a half hours out of every day."
"You have been pretty busy, that is a fact. But you had better start in today. You have plenty of time this afternoon to attend to that work."