"Looks as if your crew was still asleep," smiled Tripp.

"I might say the same of yours, did I not know to the contrary,"
answered Phil suggestively.

Bob shot a keen glance at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing much. Of course I did not think your men would be
asleep all this time. They are surely out to breakfast by
this time."

"You ain't half as big a fool as you look, are you?" demanded the
rival manager. "Well, I will see you later."

Each went to his little office and began the work of the day, but
there was a grim smile of satisfaction on the face of each.

Fully an hour passed, and one of the lithographers from the rival
car went aboard with the information that they were unable to get
a piece of paper in any window in town thus far.

"Why not?" demanded Tripp.

"They say their windows are already contracted for," was
the answer.

"Contracted for?"