"I'm with the show."

The brakeman laughed long and loud, but Teddy was more interested
in the man's easy poise on the swaying car than in what he said.

"Wish I could do that," muttered the lad admiringly.

"What's that?"

"Nothing, only I was thinking out loud."

"Well, you'll get off at the next stop unless you can prove that
you belong here."

"I won't," protested Teddy stubbornly.

"We'll see about that. Come down here on the flat car behind
this one, and we'll find out. I see some of the show people
there.
Besides, you're liable to fall off here and get killed. Come
along."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'll fall off if I try to get up."

"And you a showman?" laughed the brakeman satirically, at the