ke a

off th

ame as before? And he's wheeling her a mile a minute at

liding door of the manager's st

for certain!" mutte

ss is o

il Forrest, slipping quickly from his bed on top of a p

was no

ndered the manager, stalking down

d out. I am afraid my friend has fallen ou

ing up the whole car at this time of the night! This nonsense

, trying hurriedly to locate Ted

e car the man with the match finally succeeded in

red about them i

owled Ros

one of the big paste cans, these cans being made like th

he is!" cried Phil,

e can head first!" yel

k fast!" shouted Phil, tugging de

paste can was nearly full of paste and of about the same consistency as dough in a bread pan. It was thic

manager. "If he isn't dead now, he can't be k

indignant look

ance. It required their united efforts to

out and laid h

his mouth was so full of paste that he could not utter a sound. Again, he

amas and began wiping the blue paste from

He dashed to the sink, and, quickly filling a pail o

de up, apparently intending to do

orrest's head, spreading itself over his bare back

was almost

springing to his f

o it again," jeere

l, but I'll do the

me again, or I'll

ugh with m

ater. This time the pail was handed to Phil who

gan to gasp. His dive had

ereat everyone save the car manager laughed loudl

dive into a can of

mpion high dive

bed the luckless Teddy by the co

u lummox!"

fast. Mr. Snowden

quickly and pushed

owden, an angry light

il. "Because he has had an accident i

-you

led the unsteady Teddy to th

car, both of you!"

n running sixty mile

urning

kills you both. Good ridd

ther guess coming, Mr

cal

hus defied him; then turning sharply on hi

ared on the faces

t all for this evening," a

pe on this car

u want a rope fo

ob by hanging the Boss from a

dy in his bed. There is no telling what may happen to him, if I do not. Teddy, had

r shi

e Mr. Snowden too

ant to please him. Did he

ducking," answered Phil with a short laugh, for he believ

ok me," pro

the crew. "What are yo

I think he and I will fight

nion to his "berth." As a matter of fact, Phil did tie the rope about Teddy's wrist

y a few minutes when they were suddenly

er, it was not a

enly, rubbing hi

manager, dancing up and down the aisle, still in his pa

Teddy, sinking back in

n which he had been sleeping, landing

hope you had a good night's

mind whether or not Phil was making sport of him. But t

own the car, roaring at his men, threatening and expressing his opi

not he had done this purposely, it was difficult to decide. Be that as it may, M

iolent tug. Tucker responded. He came slipping from the "berth," throwing the quilts befor

Mr. Snowden's head

us Boy, with the latter on top, in