WHAT HAPPENED TO A PACEMAKER
"Find out how that car came to tumble off," were the first words Phil uttered after they had restored him to consciousness.
Teddy, however, was bemoaning the loss of the sandwich that he had bought but had not eaten.
"The accident shall be investigated by me personally before this section leaves the yard," said Mr.Sparling."I am glad you suggested it, Phil.How do you feel?""I am all right.Did somebody pull me out?""Yes, Teddy did.You are a pair of brave boys.I guess this outfit knows now the stuff you two are made of, if it never did before," glowed Mr.Sparling.
"How many were killed?"
"None.The head steward has a broken leg, one waiter a few ribs smashed in, and another has lost a finger.I reckon the railroad will have a nice bill of damages to pay for this night's work.Were you in the car when it occurred?""Yes.They had been handling it rather roughly.We spoke of it at the time.We were moving down the yard when suddenly one end seemed to drop right off the track as if we had come to the end of it."Mr.Sparling nodded.
"I'll go into it with the railroad people at once.You two get into your berths.Can you walk?""Oh, yes."
"How about you, Tucker,"
"I can creep all right.I learned to do that when I was in long pants." "I guess you mean long dresses," answered the showman.
"I guess I do."
The boys were helped to the sleeper, where they were put to bed.Phil had been slightly burned on one hand while Teddy got what he called "a free hair cut," meaning that his hair had been pretty well singed.
Otherwise they were none the worse for their experiences, save for the slight cuts Phil had received by coming in contact with broken glass and some burns from the coffee boiler.
They were quite ready to go to sleep soon after being put to bed, neither awakening until they reached the next show town on the following morning.
When the two lads pulled themselves up in their berths the sun was well up, orders having been given not to disturb them.
"Almost seven o'clock, Teddy," cried Phil.
"Don't care if it's seventeen o'clock," growled Teddy."Lemme sleep." "All right, but you will miss your breakfast."That word "breakfast" acted almost magically on Tucker.Instantly he landed in the middle of the aisle on all fours, and, straightening up, began groping sleepily for his clothes.
Phil laughed and chuckled."How do you feel, Teddy?""Like a roast pig being served on a platter in the cook tent.Do you need a net this morning?""No, I think not.I'm rather sore where I got cut, but I guess I am pretty fit otherwise."After washing and dressing the lads set out across the fields for the lot, which they could see some distance to the west of the sidings, where their sleepers had been shifted.Both were hungry, for it is not an easy matter to spoil a boy's appetite.Railroad wrecks will not do it in every case, nor did they in this.
But, before the morning ended, the cook tent had seen more excitement than in many days--in fact more than at any time so far that season.
The moment Phil and Teddy strolled in, each bearing the marks of the wreck on face and head everybody, except the Legless Man, stood up.Three rousing cheers and a tiger for the Circus Boys, were given with a will, and then the lads found themselves the center of a throng of performers, roustabouts and freaks all of whom showered their congratulations on the boys for their heroism in saving other's lives at therisk of their own.
Little Dimples was not one whit behind the others.She praised them both, much to Phil's discomfiture and Teddy's pleasure.
"Teddy, you are a hero after all," she beamed.
"Me?Me a hero?" he questioned, pointing to himself.
"Yes, you.I always knew you would be if you had half a chance.Of course Phil had proved before that he was."Teddy threw out his chest, thrusting both hands in his trousers pockets."Oh, I don't know.It wasn't so much.How'd you get out?""Your friend, Phil, here, is responsible for my not being in the freak class this morning.There's Mr.Sparling beckoning to you.I think he wants you both."The boys walked over as soon as they could get away from the others.That morning they sat at the executive table with the owner of the show, his wife and the members of Mr.Sparling's staff.
For once Teddy went through a meal with great dignity, as befitted one who was in the hero class.
"What happened to cause the wreck last night?" asked Phil, turning to his host of the morning at the first opportunity.
"The car went off over a blind switch that had been opened." "By whom?""Ah, that's the question."
"Perhaps one of the railroad men opened it by mistake," suggested Teddy."Nobody else would have a key.""You'll find no railroad man made that blunder," replied Phil.
