"Teddy Tucker, what are you doing?" demanded Phil, for the moment puzzled at the scene before him.
"I'm sitting on the Boss," answered Teddy triumphantly. "Shall I give him one for you?"
"Yes—give him two for each of us," shouted the billposters.
Phil strode to his companion, grabbed the lad by the collar of his pajamas and jerked him from the helpless man under the quilts.
"Now, you behave yourself, young man, or you will have to reckon with me," he commanded, pushing Teddy aside.
"You let me alone. This is my inning. I guess I can sit on the
Boss, if I want to, without your interfering with the fun."
Giving no heed to the words, Phil quickly hauled the quilts off and assisted Mr. Snowden to rise.
"I guess Teddy must have fallen on you, sir," suggested
Phil solemnly.
"He did it on purpose! He did it on purpose!"
"You pulled him out of bed, did you not, sir?"