here besides our own."

No other urging was necessary to get the crew out of bed.
They came tumbling from their upper berths like as many
firemen upon a sudden alarm. All hands ran to the windows
and peered out.

"Sure enough, they are all here," shouted Conley. "I reckon they
have caught us napping this time."

"No; they are not awake yet. I hope they sleep as well as Bob
Tripp's crew did," answered Phil. "But we have a big job before
us today. You had better hustle through your breakfasts, boys.
I will call up the livery and get the country routes off at once.
Perhaps we can get ahead of the other fellows."

Phil did so, but as his teams drove up another set swung over the
tracks, pulling up before the canary car.

"Hustle it! Hustle it!" cried Phil. "You drivers, if you get
out ahead of the others and keep ahead, you'll get a bonus when
you come in tonight."

Each side was now striving to get away first. The crew from the
canary car made the getaway ahead of Phil's men, but they had
less than a minute's headway.

The Circus Boys had their coats off and were hustling cans of
paste over the side of the car into the wagons. Every move on
their part counted. There was not a particle of lost motion.