"That's a good stunt at that.In the tank town, I suppose?" grinned the red-haired boy.
"You might call it that, but it's a pretty good town, just the same," replied Phil."I saw many worse ones while we were out last season.""And you'll see a lot more this season.Wait till we get to playing some of those way-back western towns.I was out there with a show once, and I know what I'm talking about.Where are you berthed?""I don't know," answered Phil."Where are you?""Car number fourteen.Haven't seen the old man, then?""Mr.Sparling? No.And I want to see him at once.Where shall I find him?""He was here half an hour ago.Maybe he's in his office." "Where is that?""Private car number one.Yes; the old man has his own elegant car this season.He's living high, I tell you.No more sleeping out in an old wagon that has no springs.It will be great to get into a real bed every night, won't it?"Teddy shook his head doubtfully."I don't know 'bout that.""I should think it would be pretty warm on a hot night," nodded Phil."And what about the rainy nights?" laughed Rodney."Taking italtogether, I guess I'll take the Pullman for mine--" "There goes Mr.Sparling now," interjected Teddy.
"Where?"
"Just climbing aboard a car.See him?"
"That's number one," advised Rodney."Better skip, if you want to catch him.He's hard to land today.There's a lot for him to look after.""Yes; come on, Teddy.Get your grip," said Phil, hurrying over to where he had dropped his suitcase.
"But it's going to be a great show," called Rodney."Especially the flying-ring act," laughed Phil.
A few minutes later both boys climbed aboard the private car, and, leaving their bags on the platform, pushed open the door and entered.