in good humor, for they had had more real excitement on Car
Three, since the advent of the Circus Boys, than at any time
during the season.

By the time they reached the car again six livery teams were in
waiting for the men who were to go out on the country routes.

All was instantly bustle and excitement. Paste cans were loaded
into the wagons, brushes and pails, together with the paper that
had been carefully laid out and counted, the night before, for
each billposter. A record of this was kept on the car.

Phil lent a hand at loading the stuff, and they found that
the slim lad was stronger than any of them. It was an easy
matter for him to lift one of the big cans of paste to a
wagon without assistance. Teddy, however, stood by with
hands thrust in pockets, an amused grin on his face.
The baleful eye of the car manager was upon him.

"Have you heard from Mr. Sparling this morning?" asked Phil.

"Yes," answered Mr. Snowden shortly.

"What did he say?"

"That is none of your business, young man."

"You are right. I accept the rebuke. While I am interested, it
really is none of my business," answered the lad with a smile.