I am right in the thick of it from the word go."

Phil walked back to where Teddy was awaiting him.

"Find out whose car it is?"

"Yes; Barnum & Bailey."

"Humph! Let's go back to bed."

"There will be no bed for us tonight, I fear. Wait; let
me think."

Phil walked over and sat down on a truck on the station platform,
where he pondered deeply and rapidly.

"All right; I have it figured out. We have our work cut out
for us. You wait here while I run back to the car."

Teddy curled up on the truck, promptly going to sleep, while Phil
hurried to the car to get the address of the liveryman who had
the contract for running the country routes for the show.

The lad came running back, and, darting into the station, found
a telephone. After some delay he succeeded in reaching the
livery stable.

"This is Car Three of the Sparling Shows," he said.
"Yes, Car Three. I want those teams at our car at two o'clock
this morning. Not a minute later. Can't do it? You've got to