You can"t most always sometimes tell."
"Aren"t you going to turn in?" demanded Phil, beginning to undress.
"No, not yet. I am not very sleepy tonight."
"You will be, in the morning, and you will not want to get up,"
cautioned Phil.
"I will take the chance."
Teddy picked up a book and settled himself to read.
Little conversation pa.s.sed between them after that, and Phil, tumbling into his berth, was soon asleep.
Teddy eyed him narrowly. He waited until his companion was sleeping soundly; then Teddy got up and strolled out to the rear platform. It was deserted. The trainmen did not come back that far, because the doors of the show cars were kept locked so they could not. Show people do not like strangers about them.
Teddy lay down on the platform, peering down between the cars.
"No, no air is coupled on. They ought to be ashamed of themselves," he muttered. "I guess they must have fixed it up for me on purpose."
Teddy opened the door of Car Three softly, listened, then closed it again. Next he leaned out and looked along the tracks, which he could see fairly well, for the moon was now shining brightly.
"I guess there is no grade here." Stepping across to the platform of the car to the rear of him, the boy partially set the brake until he could feel it grinding on the wheels.
"Now, I think we are all ready," he muttered, as, stepping back to the platform of his own car, he grasped the coupling lever firmly with both hands, giving it a mighty tug.
At first it would not budge. The drawheads of the couplers of the two cars were straining because of the drag of the brake that he had but just set.
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.
"h.e.l.lo, 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.
"Why, Teddy!" he called through the open door.
"What?"
"The opposition cars are not here. The other train must have carried them on. I wonder if those fellows are stealing a march on us?"
"Is that so?"
"Yes; come out and see for yourself."
Teddy stumbled out to the platform, gazed about sleepily and looked solemn.
"No, not here," he said, turning back into the car.
Phil was worried. He could not imagine exactly what the plans of his rivals might be.
"I will wire on to the next stand as soon as the telegraph office opens, and find out if they are there," he decided.
In the meantime Teddy was taking his time about dressing, while the men of the crew were hurrying into their clothes. Phil did the same, then dropped from the car and walked about the yards, rather expecting to find the cars of his rivals hidden behind freight cars.
They were nowhere in sight.
"Well, it cannot be helped, even if we are beaten into the next stand. This is a small place, but an important one.
I cannot afford to skip it, no matter if the other fellows have."
Teddy went about his morning duties as usual, solemn faced and silent, but there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes that Phil Forrest as yet had failed to observe.
Phil was pacing up and down on the platform station, waiting uneasily for the operator to appear. After making ready, the men went off to breakfast, Teddy hanging about the car, busying himself with trifling matters. The car seemed to hold an unusual interest for him that morning.
At six o"clock the livery rigs drove up and the rural route men were soon off for their day"s work. Phil started the lithographers and banner men out soon thereafter.
About that time the operator arrived; Phil wrote a message to the liveryman at the next town, inquiring if his rivals had reached there.
The answer came back that nothing had been seen of them.
They had not even pa.s.sed through. The operator at the other end said they were at Salina, where Phil"s car was at that moment.
This was a puzzler.
"I am afraid it will take a better railroad man than I am to figure this problem out," mused Phil. "Hey, Teddy!"
"Yep?"
"What do you suppose could have become of those other cars?"
"How should I know?"
"They were on this train last night, when we started, and they have not arrived at the next stand yet. They surely are not here."
"Maybe they got a hot journal and had to stop," suggested Teddy.
"Nonsense! Something has happened to them. However, it is not my business to worry about my rivals. As long as I know they are not ahead of me I shall not disturb myself. It is up to me to improve the opportunity and bill this town from one end to the other," decided Phil, starting off over town.