come on to join the car."

Mr. Snowden looked the lads over critically.

"Humph!" he said. "Come inside."

Whether or not his survey of them had been satisfactory neither
lad knew.

"Now, what are you going to do on this car?" demanded the car
manager sharply, when they had seated themselves in his office.

"That is for you to say, sir. We are at your disposal,"
replied Phil.

"What can you do?"

"We do not know. This is entirely new work for us. We have been
performers back with the show, you know."

"Humph! Nice bunch to ring in on an advertising car!" grunted
the manager. "Either of you know how to put up paper?"

"I think not."

"What do you mean by paper?" interposed Teddy.

The manager groaned.

"You don't know what paper is?"