Part 7 (1/2)

”hello, who are you?” deh the rear door of the coach

”Good evening, boys,” greeted Phil easily

All eyes were turned on the newcoood-naturedly

”Fine, large evening”

Everybody laughed

”Are you the boys who joined out today, from back with the show?”

asked Conley

”Yes Let me introduce myself I am Phil Forrest and this, rass, and we shall have to iht”

The Circus Boys had won the good opinion of the reed Billy ”Line up here and I'll introduce you to the bunch The skinny fellow over there by the boiler is Chief Rain-in-the-Face The one next to hi at awa--”

”Otherwise known as Rosie the Pig,” added a voice

”Everybody on an advance car has a nicknaet your real nah I couldn't reet a letter occasionally to re another fellow's letters when I open my own”

”Glad to know you, boys,” smiled Phil ”Do you knohere we are to sleep?”

”See that pile of paper up there?”

”Yes”

”Well, it's that or the floor for yours All the rest of the berths are occupied, unless the Boss is going to let you sleep in the office with him”

”I rather think he will not invite us He seeht,” answered Phil dryly, at which there was a loud laugh

”What's this Johnnie Bull tells hhouse in the office this afternoon?” demanded Conley suddenly

”I would rather not talk about that,” replied Phil, coloring

”Colishman, and tell us all about it Our friend is too h to suit the men so they pounced upon him and tossed him to the top of a pile of paper

”Now, talk up, or its the paste can for yours,” they dely described what he had seen in the stateroo in detail how Phil had worsted the er of the car

When the recital had been concluded, all hands turned and surveyed Phil curiously

”Well, ould have thought it?” wondered Rosie, in an awed voice