balance on the wheel and fell off.

No sooner had he struck the ground than a dark figure came
shooting from above, landing on him and nearly knocking all the
breath out of his body.

Phil threw off the burden, which upon investigation proved to be
Teddy Tucker.

"Wha--what happened?" stammered Phil. "Sounds as if we had
gotten into a wild animal cage."

"I--I walked on somebody's face and he threw me out," answered
Teddy ruefully. Phil leaned against the wagon wheel and laughed
until his throat ached.

"Get out of here! What do you mean?" bellowed an angry voice
over their heads. "Think my face is a tight rope to be walked on
by every Rube that comes along?"

"Come--come on away, Teddy. We made a mistake. We got into the
wrong berth."

"Here's another wagon, Phil. They're just hitching the horses.
Let's try this."

"All right, it's a canvas wagon. Go ahead, we'll try it."

"I've tried one wagon. It's your turn now," growled Teddy.