"Why, is there a lunch place on the grounds?"
"No. We have an accommodation car on our section."
"What kind of car is that?"
"Lunch car. You can't get a heavy meal there, but you will
find a nice satisfying lunch. The boss has it served at cost.
He doesn't make any money out of the deal. You'll find it on
our section."
"Good! Come along Teddy."
"Will I? That's where I'll spend my money," nodded Teddy,
starting away at a jog trot.
"And your nights too, if they would let you," laughed Phil,
following his companion at a more leisurely gait.
As they crossed the lot they passed "Red" Larry, as he had now
been nicknamed by the showmen. Larry pretended not to see the
boys, but there was an ugly scowl on his face that told Phil he
did, and after the lads had gone on a piece Phil turned, casting
a careless look back where the torches were flaring and men
working and shouting.
"Red" Larry was not working now. He was facing the boys, shaking
a clenched fist at them.
"I am afraid we haven't heard the last of our friend, Larry,"
said Phil.
"Who's afraid?" growled Teddy.
"Neither of us. But all the same we had better keep an eye on
him while we are in his vicinity.
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