"Sure," replied Teddy.

"You won't be so anxious after you have had a week or so
of them."

All hands started for the hotel.

"What about your reports? I thought Mr. Snowden told you to get
them in at once," asked Phil after they had left the car.

"Let him wait," growled Billy.

"But he will raise a row when you get back, will he not?"

"He'll roar anyway, so what's the odds? We're used to that."

"A queer business, this advance car work," said
Phil thoughtfully. "I never had any idea that it
was like this. If ever I own or run a show it will
be different--I mean the advance cars will be run
on a different principle from this one."

"I hope you do, and that I am working for you," grinned Conley.
"Here we are."

Billy's description of a contract hotel Phil decided had not
been overdrawn. All hands filed into the dining room, and Phil
had lost most of his appetite before reaching his chair.

A waiter who looked as if he might have been a prizefighter at