and pulling all the shades down, after which he took his position
at a window and watched from behind a shade.



CHAPTER XIII

A BAFFLED CAR MANAGER

It was nearly seven in the morning when Phil's vigil was
rewarded by the sight of a man in his pajamas, emerging
from the rival car. The man stood on the rear platform and
stretched himself. All at once he caught sight of Car Three.

The fellow instantly became very wide awake. Opening the car
door he called to someone within; then three or four men came out
and stared at the Sparling car.

"They are pretty good sleepers over there, I guess," grinned the
rival car manager, for such he proved to be.

The men dodged back, and there was a lively scene in the
rival car. The men realized that they had been remiss in
their duty in sleeping so late, but still they had not the
least doubt of their ability to outwit their rivals, for
the crew of Car Four was a picked lot who had never yet
been beaten in the publicity game.

About this time Phil Forrest strolled out to the rear platform of
his car. He was fully dressed save for coat and vest and hat,