In one hand he held a sandwich half
consumed, while with the other he was still stretching his collar
as far from his neck as it would go.
"Why, Teddy," exclaimed Dimples, "what are you doing on the
floor?"
"Eating my lunch. Always eat it sitting on the floor, you know,"
growled the boy, at which there was a roar from the others.
"What are they trying to do out there?" questioned Phil.
"Going to shift us about on another track, I guess. I was nearly
thrown down when I tried to get on the platform. I never saw a
road where they were so rough. Did you?"
"Yes; I rode on one the other night that could beat this,"
grinned Phil.
A few minutes later the car got under motion, pushed by a
switching engine, and began banging along merrily over switches,
tearing through the yard at high speed.
"We seem to be in a hurry 'bout something," grunted Teddy.
"Maybe they've hooked us on the wrong train, and we're bound for
somewhere else."
"No, I don't think so," replied Phil. "You should be used to
this sort of thing by this time."
"I don't care as long as the food holds out. It doesn't make any
difference where they take us."
"What section does this car go out on tonight, steward?"
questioned Phil.
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