"How about the elephants?" twinkled Phil.
"Elephants don't count, at least not after twelve o'clock at night."
"I move that we turn in just the same. We will sleep until sometime before noon, then we can get up and enjoy the ride. I understand we shall not reach the next stand until sometime this evening. This is going to be a great trip, Teddy."
"It has been," nodded the other boy. "Where do we show first?"
"Milroy, I believe is the name of the place. I never heard of it before."
"And probably you never will want to again, after you have been there. That is the case with most of these little tank towns. A fellow wonders where all the people come from who go to the show."
The lads went to their cabin and were soon sound asleep.
They realized how tired they were when first they got into bed.
"This is great!" muttered Phil, as, lying in his bed, he felt the cool air drifting in over him.
When they awakened the sun was at its zenith.
Phil consulted his watch.