thing that Teddy had ever seen.

He called to Phil to come and look at it.

"Yes, it is very handsome. I am sure we shall get to be very
fond of our home on wheels before the season is ended. I'm going
out now to see if our trunks have arrived."

Phil, after some hunting about, succeeded in finding the baggage
man of the train, from whom he learned that the trunks had
arrived and were packed away in the baggage car.

By this time night had fallen. With it came even greater
confusion, while torches flared up here and there to light the
scene of bustle and excitement.

It was all very confusing to Phil, and he was in constant fear of
being run down by switching engines that were shunting cars back
and forth as fast as they were loaded, rapidly making up the
circus train. The Circus Boy wondered if he ever could get used
to being with a railroad show.

"I must be getting back or I shall not be able to find number
eleven," decided Phil finally. "I really haven't the least idea
where it is now."

The huge canvas-covered wagons stood up in the air like a
procession of wraiths of the night, muttered growls and guttural
coughs issuing from their interiors. All this was disturbing to
one not used to it.