"Pshaw!" he muttered.
Phil now turned toward town on a brisk run. After searching about, he found an all-night eating place that looked as if it might be clean.
"Put me up ten breakfasts. I have some men that I want to give an early start. They haven't time to come here. Wrap up the best breakfasts you can get together. Put in a jug of coffee and a jug of milk. I will call for the food inside of half an hour. Don't delay a minute longer than that. Hustle it!"
Phil darted out and back to the car. Every nerve in his body was centered on the work in hand. He ran to Conley's berth and shook him.
"What is it?" mumbled Billy sleepily.
"Get up and come into the stateroom. There is business on hand."
Billy hopped out of bed, wide awake instantly, and ran to the stateroom.
Phil briefly explained the situation and what he had planned to do. After he had finished Billy eyed him approvingly.
"You're a wonder," he said. "What about breakfast?"
"I am having some prepared at a restaurant. But the men will not have time to eat it. They may take it with them and eat it on the road."