Mr. James Sparling,

Saginaw, Michigan.

I demand that you call back the two boys who joined my car today.
Either they close or I do. They're a couple of young ruffians.
If they remain another day I'll not be responsible for what I do
to them.

Snowden.

The car manager handed the message to Phil. "Read it,"
he snapped.

Phil glanced through the message, smiling broadly as he returned
it to the manager.

"That certainly is plain and to the point."

"I'm glad you think so. Take that message to the telegraph
office, and send it at once."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Snowden had expected a refusal, but Phil rose obediently and
left the car. He took the message to a telegraph office, Teddy
accompanying him.

"Why didn't you finish him while you were about it, Phil?"
demanded Teddy. "You had him just to rights."