"Now, talk up, or its the paste can for yours," they demanded.
Henry rather haltingly described what he had seen in the stateroom that afternoon, describing in detail how Phil had worsted the manager of the car.
When the recital had been concluded, all hands turned and surveyed Phil curiously.
"Well, who would have thought it?" wondered Rosie, in an awed voice.
Krao, the Missing Link, and Baby Egawa sidled up to Phil and gingerly felt his arm muscles.
"Woof!" exclaimed the Baby. "Bad medicine! Heap big muscle!"
"That's so. I had forgotten you boys were performers back with the show," nodded Billy. "What are you up here for—learning this end of the business?"
"Yes; that is what we are here for," answered Phil.
"Mr. Sparling wished us to do so."
"You have come to a good place to learn it," emphasized Conley. "But you'll have to fight your way through. You have done a mighty good job in downing the Boss, but look out for him. He'll never forget it. If he doesn't get you fired, he will get even with you in some other way."
Phil laughed.