"Yes, you. I always knew you would be if you had half a chance.
Of course Phil had proved before that he was."
Teddy threw out his chest, thrusting both hands in his
trousers pockets.
"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't so much. How'd you get out?"
"Your friend, Phil, here, is responsible for my not being in the
freak class this morning. There's Mr. Sparling beckoning to you.
I think he wants you both."
The boys walked over as soon as they could get away from
the others. That morning they sat at the executive table
with the owner of the show, his wife and the members of
Mr. Sparling's staff.
For once Teddy went through a meal with great dignity,
as befitted one who was in the hero class.
"What happened to cause the wreck last night?" asked Phil,
turning to his host of the morning at the first opportunity.
"The car went off over a blind switch that had been opened."
"By whom?"
"Ah, that's the question."
"Perhaps one of the railroad men opened it by mistake,"
suggested Teddy. "Nobody else would have a key."
"You'll find no railroad man made that blunder," replied Phil.
"No! While the railroad is responsible for the damages,
I hardly think they are for the wreck.
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