“Oh.”
The circus tent was rapidly disappearing now. “In another state in the morning,” mused Phil.
One by one the wagons began moving from the circus lot.
“Get aboard the sleeping car,” called the driver of the wagon that Phil and Teddy usually slept in, as he drove past.
“Hey, Phil!” called Teddy, suddenly appearing above the top of the box.
“Hello, Teddy!”
“What are you standing there for?”
“Perhaps I’m getting the night air,” laughed Phil. “Fine, isn’t it?”
“It might be better. But get in; get in. You’ll be left.”
“Never mind me. I am not going on your wagon tonight. You may have the bed all to yourself. Don’t forget to leave your window open,” he jeered.