Very shortly afterwards they were again on their way, and Teddy went to bed well satisfied with his night's work. When the men woke up early next morning a new train crew was in charge, for the advertising car was making a long run.
Phil was the first to awaken. As was customary with him he stepped to the window and peered out.
"Why, we seem to be the last car on the train. There were three opposition cars behind us when we started out last night. I wonder what that means?"
Quickly dressing, he went out on the platform. Leaning over he looked ahead. Car Three was the only show car on the train.
"That is queer. I do not understand it at all."
Hurrying in to the main part of the car Phil called to the men.
"Do any of you know what has become of the opposition?" he asked.
"Why, aren't they on behind?"
"No one is on behind. We are the last car. Those fellows have stolen a march on us somewhere. I can't imagine where they dropped off, though; can you?"
"Maybe they have switched off on another road," suggested a voice.