yards, Tucker hopping off as they swung into the station.

"Where are you going?" called Phil.

"Going to see if I can find anything that looks like food,"
answered Teddy, strolling away. "My stomach must have attention.
It's been hours since it had any material to work with. Will you
come along?"

"No; I am going to bed as soon as we get placed."

"Bad habit to go to bed on an empty stomach," called back the
irrepressible Teddy.

The train that had drawn them uncoupled and started away; in a
few moments a switching engine backed down, hooked to the show
car and tore back and forth through the yards, finally placing
the car at the far side of the yard behind a long row of
freight cars.

All the men on board were asleep, and now that the car would not
be disturbed before morning, Phil entered his stateroom and went
to bed.

He had not been asleep long when he felt himself being
violently shaken. A hand, an insistent hand, was on
his shoulder.

"Phil, wake up! Wake up!"