The manager, now angered past all control, uttered a growl.
Hastily gathering up a handful of coal he began heaving the
pieces at Teddy. But Tucker was prepared for just such
an emergency.

>From his pockets he drew several chunks of coal, that he had
picked up during his sprinting match around the car. He let
these drive at Mr. Snowden, one after the other, not, however,
throwing with sufficient force to do much damage. He did not
wish to harm his superior, but he did want to drive him off.

Mr. Snowden soon got enough of the bombardment, for he was
getting the worst of it all the time.

"I'll turn the hose on you!" he bellowed, making a dash for the
interior of the car, where it was his intention to turn on the
boiling hot water and steam.

"I guess it's time to leave," decided Teddy. Quickly hopping
down he ran and hid behind a freight car a short distance from
the show car. When Mr. Snowden came out, grasping the hissing
hose, his victim was nowhere to be seen.

Uttering angry imprecations and threats the manager returned
to his office, changed his clothes, then strode off up town
to a hotel to get a bath, of which he was very much in need
at the moment.

"I guess he will be cooled off by the time he gets back," decided