After considerable searching about they finally found Car
Number Three. Mr. Snowden was not on board, so, telling the
porter who they were, the lads made themselves comfortable in
the office of the car, a roomy compartment, nicely furnished,
equipped with two folding berths, a desk, easy chairs and
other conveniences.

"This is pretty soft, I'm thinking," decided Teddy.

"It is very nice, if that is what you mean," corrected Phil.

"That's what I mean. Do we live in here?"

"No; I should imagine we are to berth at the other end of
the car."

"Let's go look at it."

The other end of the car comprised one long apartment with
folding berths and benches for laying out the lithographs.
At the far end was a steam boiler, used in making paste with
which to post the bills. That compartment had nothing either
of elegance or comfort.

"Do the men sleep on those shelves up there?" questioned Teddy of
the porter.

"Shelves, sir? Hi calls them berths, sir," answered the porter,
who was an Englishman.