"Yes, business. It's mighty lucky for us that your appetite called you out. I shall never go to sleep again without knowing who is in the yard, and where. Come and show me where they are."
"I'm sorry I told you."
"And I am mighty thankful. You see, something told me to leave that last town and hurry on."
"Something tells me to go to bed," growled Teddy.
"You come along with me, and be quiet. Was the car dark?"
"I guess so."
The boys hurried from Car Three; that is, Phil did, Teddy lagging behind.
"Over that way," he directed.
Phil crawled under a freight car to take a short cut, and ran lightly across the railroad yards. The boys passed the station; then, crossing several switches, they beheld a big, yellow car looming up faintly under the lights of the station.
"It is an advertising car," breathed Phil. "I wonder whose it can be?"