"I would," piped Teddy, whom Phil had permitted to get up.
"I'd be willing to be a raging lion for a million dollars."

"Have you decided what you are going to do with Car Three now?"
inquired Phil. "You know I am interested now that I have cast
my lot with it."

"Yes; I certainly have decided. Of course the car will go on
just the same."

"I understand that, but have you made up your mind who you will
appoint as the agent--who will be manager of the car?"

"I have."

"I presume we shall have to get a man before we can go on?"

"Yes."

"Then we shall have to lie here a day, at least. Well, we
can busy ourselves. We are slighting a good many of these
bigger towns. They are not half-billed."

"I am glad to hear you say that. It shows that you are already a
good publicity man. But you will not have to lie here any longer
than you wish," added the showman significantly.

"Will you tell me who the new manager is, Mr. Sparling?"

"Yes. You are the manager of Car Three!" was the