the quilts.

"Now, you behave yourself, young man, or you will have to reckon
with me," he commanded, pushing Teddy aside.

"You let me alone. This is my inning. I guess I can sit on the
Boss, if I want to, without your interfering with the fun."

Giving no heed to the words, Phil quickly hauled the quilts off
and assisted Mr. Snowden to rise.

"I guess Teddy must have fallen on you, sir," suggested
Phil solemnly.

"He did it on purpose! He did it on purpose!"

"You pulled him out of bed, did you not, sir?"

"Yes; and next time I'll pull him so he'll know it. Get out of
here, every man of you, and get your breakfasts; then get off on
your routes. Things are coming to a fine pass on this car.
Young man, I will talk to you later."

The manager, with red face and angry eye, strode to his
stateroom, while the grinning billposters made haste to get into
their clothes. A few minutes later, and all hands were on their
way to breakfast.

This meal at the new hotel was a slight improvement over the
dinner they had eaten the night before. Besides, all hands were