Having delivered himself of this monologue, Teddy calmly sat down and began to draw on his trousers, yawning broadly as he did so.
"Methinks, milord, that trouble is brewing in bucketfuls," he added.
Phil sprang to the car window, threw up the shade and peered out. He stepped to the other side of the car, looking from the window there.
"You're right."
"Of course I am right. I'm always right. How does it happen you did not discover all this after we got in last night!"
"They were not here then. They must have come in afterwards."
Dashing out into the main part of the car Phil called the men.
"Wake up, fellows!"
"What's up," called a voice.
"The yards are full of opposition. Three advertising cars are here besides our own."