"We'll have to ask the porter," laughed Phil, who had traveled a
little with his parents years before.

"It's a shame that that old tiger has to have a cage all to
himself. We could make up a fine bed if we had half of his cage
and some blankets," complained Teddy.

"Thank you. I should prefer to walk. I have had all the
argument I want with that beast. Let's go try the band wagon."

"All right; that would be fine to sleep way up there."

Laughing and chattering, the lads hunted about on the lot until
they found the great glittering band wagon. Being now covered
with canvas to protect it from the weather, they had difficulty
in making it out, but finally they discovered it, off near the
road that ran by the grounds. Four horses were hitched to it,
while the driver lay asleep on the high seat.

"Where will we get in?"

"I don't know, Teddy; we will climb up and find out."

Getting on the rear wheel they pulled themselves up, and finding
the canvas covering loose, threw it open. Teddy plumped in feet
first.

Immediately there followed such a howling, such a snarling and
torrent of invective that, startled as he was, Phil lost his