The car manager eyed him disapprovingly.

"What do you do?"

"Yes."

"I have a nice gentlemanly job laid out for you. You will
operate the steam boiler and make up the paste for the next day.
You'll wish you had stayed back with the show before I get
through with you."

"And I'll go there, too, if you talk like that to me," retorted
Teddy, flushing angrily.

"What's that? What's that?" snapped the manager. "See here,
young man, I am in charge of this car. You will do as I tell
you, and if you get noisy about it I'll show you how we do things
on an advertising car. Get out of here before I throw you out."

"See here, you, I won't be talked to like that. I'll wring your
neck for you, some fine day, first thing you know!" bellowed
Teddy, now thoroughly aroused.

The manager grabbed the lad by the shoulders and shot him through
the screen doors before Teddy had an opportunity to object.

Teddy, red-faced and boiling with rage, was about to project
himself into the stateroom again when Phil motioned him to
go away. Teddy did so reluctantly.