"Mr. Sparling? No. And I want to see him at once. Where shall
I find him?"

"He was here half an hour ago. Maybe he's in his office."

"Where is that?"

"Private car number one. Yes; the old man has his own elegant
car this season. He's living high, I tell you. No more sleeping
out in an old wagon that has no springs. It will be great to get
into a real bed every night, won't it?"

Teddy shook his head doubtfully.

"I don't know 'bout that."

"I should think it would be pretty warm on a hot night,"
nodded Phil.

"And what about the rainy nights?" laughed Rodney. "Taking it
altogether, I guess I'll take the Pullman for mine--"

"There goes Mr. Sparling now," interjected Teddy.

"Where?"

"Just climbing aboard a car. See him?"

"That's number one," advised Rodney. "Better skip, if you want
to catch him. He's hard to land today. There's a lot for him to