He had hastily climbed over
a fence, where he crouched, dripping wet, watching the antics of
the enraged Larry.
"Guess he won't bother another boy right away," grinned Teddy,
not heeding his own wet and bedraggled condition.
The two showmen finally gave up their quest, and all at once
started on a run in the opposite direction.
"Now, I wonder what's made them run away like that? Surely they
aren't scared of me. I wonder? Guess I'll go over and
find out."
Leaving his hiding place, the lad retraced his steps across the
tracks until finally, coming up with a man, who proved to be the
superintendent of the yard, Teddy asked him where sleeping car
number eleven was located.
"Eleven? The sleepers have all gone, young man."
"G-g-gone?"
"Yes."
"But I thought--"
"Went out regular on the 9:30 express."
Teddy groaned. Here he was, left behind before the show
had all gotten away from its winter quarters. But he noted
that the train bearing the cages and other equipment was still
in the yard. There was yet a chance for him.
"Wha--what time does that train go?" he asked pointing to the
last section.
"Going now. Why, what's the matter with you youngster?
The train is moving now.
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