to turn in."

The three entered the car. Mr. Snowden already had turned
in, his end of the car being dark and silent. Most of the
billposters also had climbed to their berths near the roof
of the car, and some of them were snoring heavily.

"Do they do this all night long?" questioned Teddy.

"Do what?"

"Roll logs!"

"Well, yes," laughed Billy; "they are pretty good snorers,
all of them. Do you snore?"

"I might, on a pinch. I don't know whether I do or not. I am
usually asleep when I snore. How about it, Phil, do I snore?"

"Not when I am within punching distance of you."

The boys undressed, got into their pajamas, and after
considerable effort managed to climb to the top of the pile
of paper, where their blankets had been spread for them by
the porter.

"Not much of a bed, is it Teddy?" laughed Phil.

"The worst ever!" agreed Teddy. "How I'm going to stick in that
bed when the car gets under motion I don't know. I wish I was