Teddy had gained the rear of the train by this time, but he did not show himself just yet.He waited until the flagman had come in, and until the fellow who had put him off had disappeared in the caboose.
At that, Teddy sprang up, and, swinging to the platform of the caboose, quickly climbed the iron ladder that led to the roof of the little boxlike car.He had no sooner flattened himself on the roof than the train began to move again.
Only one more stop was made during the night and that for water.Just before daylight they rumbled into the yards at Atlantic City, and Teddy scrambled from his unsteady perch, quickly clambering down so as to be out of the way before the trainmen should discover his presence.
But quickly as he had acted, he had not been quick enough.The trainman who had put him off down the line collared the lad the minute his feet touched the platform of the caboose.
"You here again?" he demanded sternly.Teddy grinned sheepishly.
"I told you you couldn't put me off."
"We'll see about that.Here, officer." He beckoned to a policeman."This kid has been stealing a ride.I put him off once.I turn him overto you now."
"All right.Young man, you come with me!"
Teddy protested indignantly, but the officer, with a firm grip on his arm, dragged the lad along with him.They proceeded on up the tracks toward the station, the lad insisting that he was with the show and that he had a right to ride wherever he pleased.
"Teddy!" shouted a voice, just as they stepped on the long platform that led down to the street.
"Phil!" howled the lad."Come and save me! A policeman's got me and he's taking me to jail."Phil Forrest ran to them.
"Here, here!What's this boy done?" he demanded.