"No, I think not. I'm rather sore where I got cut, but I guess
I am pretty fit otherwise."
After washing and dressing the lads set out across the fields for the lot, which they could see some distance to the west of the sidings, where their sleepers had been shifted. Both were hungry, for it is not an easy matter to spoil a boy's appetite. Railroad wrecks will not do it in every case, nor did they in this.
But, before the morning ended, the cook tent had seen more excitement than in many days—in fact more than at any time so far that season.
The moment Phil and Teddy strolled in, each bearing the marks of the wreck on face and head everybody, except the Legless Man, stood up. Three rousing cheers and a tiger for the Circus Boys, were given with a will, and then the lads found themselves the center of a throng of performers, roustabouts and freaks all of whom showered their congratulations on the boys for their heroism in saving other's lives at the risk of their own.
Little Dimples was not one whit behind the others. She praised them both, much to Phil's discomfiture and Teddy's pleasure.
"Teddy, you are a hero after all," she beamed.
"Me? Me a hero?" he questioned, pointing to himself.
"Yes, you. I always knew you would be if you had half a chance.
Of course Phil had proved before that he was."
Teddy threw out his chest, thrusting both hands in his trousers pockets.
"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't so much. How'd you get out?"