At that moment he roared for Billy.
"The regular evening seance is about to begin," announced Billy, with a grimace, as he turned toward the office.
"Bring the cub, Forrest, along!" shouted the manager.
"Who?" called Conley.
"Forrest and that fool friend of his."
"He means Spotted Horse," suggested Rosie. "Run along,
Spotted Horse. Got your war paint on?"
"I always have my war paint on," grinned Teddy, as he started toward the private office, following Conley and Phil Forrest.
The three ranged up before the car manager, who surveyed them with glowering face.
"What have you done today?" he demanded, fixing his gaze on Billy.
"We got up more than four hundred sheets of paper."