The man, fuming with rage, uttering loud-voiced threats of vengeance, scrambled out of the flood and began rushing up and down the tracks in search of Teddy.
But the boy was nowhere to be found. He had hastily climbed over a fence, where he crouched, dripping wet, watching the antics of the enraged Larry.
"Guess he won't bother another boy right away," grinned Teddy, not heeding his own wet and bedraggled condition.
The two showmen finally gave up their quest, and all at once started on a run in the opposite direction.
"Now, I wonder what's made them run away like that? Surely they aren't scared of me. I wonder? Guess I'll go over and find out."
Leaving his hiding place, the lad retraced his steps across the tracks until finally, coming up with a man, who proved to be the superintendent of the yard, Teddy asked him where sleeping car number eleven was located.
"Eleven? The sleepers have all gone, young man."
"G-g-gone?"
"Yes."
"But I thought—"