"Oh, I don't know. I think I have talked a good deal
this morning. But you and I had better get back to our
cars and get our men started, had we not? This is a
late morning all around."

"No hurry, no hurry," urged Bob. "Why the men haven't got
back from their breakfast yet. Wait awhile. Have a smoke."

"Thank you; I do not smoke."

Tripp looked at him in amazement.

"And you in the show business?"

"Is that any reason why a man's habits should not be regular?"

"N-n-n-o," admitted the rival slowly.

"Well, I must be going, just the same. I have considerable work
to do in the car."

Bob rose reluctantly and followed Phil from the dining room.
He had hoped to detain the young car manager longer, or until
his own men could get a good start on the work of the day.

He looked for no difficulty, however, in outwitting his
young opponent.

As they approached the railroad yards each car stood as they had
left it, shades pulled well down and no signs of life aboard.