"Hello yourself," growled Teddy, in none too enviable a frame
of mind.

"That's the name. That's the name that fits our friend Tucker!"
cried Missing Link. From that moment on, aboard Car Three, Teddy
Tucker lost his own name and became Spotted Horse.

The men had no sooner unloaded their paste cans than the porter
had told them of the trouble that morning between Teddy and
the manager.

The men howled in their delight. Mr. Snowden, off in his little
office, heard the sounds of merriment and knew that the laughter
was at his expense. His face was black and distorted with rage.

"I'll show them they can't trifle with and insult me,"
he gritted.

At that moment he roared for Billy.

"The regular evening seance is about to begin," announced Billy,
with a grimace, as he turned toward the office.

"Bring the cub, Forrest, along!" shouted the manager.

"Who?" called Conley.

"Forrest and that fool friend of his."

"He means Spotted Horse," suggested Rosie. "Run along,