obey the rules of the cars."

"Oh, yes, sir," answered Phil.

"I know you will, but I'm not so sure of your fat friend here.
I think it might be a good plan to tie him in his berth, or he'll
be falling off the platform some night, get under the wheels and
wreck the train."

"I don't walk in my sleep," answered Teddy.

"Oh, you don't?"

"I don't."

Mr. Sparling frowned; then his face broke out into a broad smile.

"I always said you were hopeless. Run along, and get
settled now. You understand that you will keep your berth
all season, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. What time do we go out?"

"One section has already gone. The next and last will leave
tonight about ten o'clock. We want to make an early start, for
the labor is all green. It'll take three times as long to put up
the rag as usual."

"The rag? What's the rag?" questioned Teddy.