The Circus Boys gazed at him, scarcely able to believe what they
had heard.

"Not--not on this car any more?" questioned Phil.

"Never again, young man."

"Hip, hip, hooray!" shouted Teddy Tucker at the top of his voice,
hurling his hat up to the roof of the car, and beginning a
miniature war dance about the stateroom, until, for the sake of
saving the furniture, Phil grabbed his friend, threw him over on
the divan and sat down on him.

"Now, Mr. Sparling, having disposed of Teddy, I should like to
hear all about it," laughed Phil.

"He is the same old Teddy. I can imagine what a pleasant time
Snowden has had with Tucker on board the same car with him.
There is little more to say. I have been disappointed in Snowden
for sometime. I had about decided to remove him before you
joined the car. I wished, however, to send you boys on, knowing
full well that you would soon find out whether there was any
mistake in my estimate of the man. Then, too, I had other
reasons for sending you in the advance."

"Well, sir, now that he has gone, I will say I am heartily glad
of it, though I am sincerely sorry for Mr. Snowden. He knew the
work; I wish I were half as familiar with it as he is; but I
wouldn't have his disposition--no, not for a million dollars."