“Yes, you caught me, didn’t you?”
Phil climbed up, but with more caution than Teddy had exercised in the case of the band wagon.
“Anybody living in this bedroom tonight?” questioned Phil of the driver.
“Guess you are. First come first served. Pile in. You’re the kid that rode the bull, ain’t you?”
“And twisted the tiger’s tail,” added Teddy.
“All right. Probably some others will be along later, but I’ll see to it that they don’t throw you out.”
“Thank you. Come on up, Teddy; it’s all right.”
Teddy Tucker hastily scrambled up into the wagon which proved to be a canvas wagon—an open wagon, over which a canvas cover was stretched in case of storm only.
“Where’s the bed clothes?” demanded Teddy.
“I guess the skies will have to be our quilts tonight,” answered Phil.