one after the other. This is Car Three, as you know. Car Two
follows about two weeks behind us, and Car One comes along a week
ahead of the show. What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Snowden said I was to go out with one of the men on a
country route."

"Then you come along with me, unless he directs you differently.
I can give you pointers that would take you a long time to learn
were you left to pick them up yourself. Don't say anything to
him about it unless he speaks to you, but prepare to go out with
me early in the morning. I have a big drive tomorrow, some fifty
miles, and you will get all you want for one day's work."

"Yes; that will be fine."

"What is your friend here to do?"

"I am the paste-maker," answered Teddy with a sheepish grin.
"I make the stickum stuff for this outfit."

"A nice job," jeered the assistant manager. "You will get all
you want of that work in about thirty minutes. The Boss must
certainly have a grudge against you. You will be hanging around
the car all day, however, and if the Boss is away any you will
have a chance to get forty winks of sleep in the stateroom now
and then."

"No; Teddy is not here to sleep. He is here to work."