country routes, as had the lithographers who had been placing
bills in store windows about the town.

"He's at it again," grinned Teddy, as the voice of the manager
was heard roaring at the men. Snowden was charging up and down
the car venting his wrath on the men, threatening, browbeating,
expressing his opinion of all billposters in language more
picturesque than elegant. Not a man replied to his tirade.

"Evidently they are used to that sort of treatment," nodded Phil.
"Well it doesn't go with me at all. Come on; let's go in and see
what it's all about."



CHAPTER IV

INTRODUCED TO THE CREW

"And the next man who puts up only two hundred sheets in a day
gets off this car!" concluded Snowden with a wave of the hand
that took in every man in the car. "Get in your reports, and get
them in quick, or I'll fire the whole bunch of you now!" he
roared, turning and striding to his office, where he jerked the
sliding door shut with a bang that shook the car.

"Well, the boss has 'em bad tonight, for sure," exclaimed Billy
Conley who bore the title of assistant car manager, but who was
no more manager than was Henry, the English porter.