"Then, I think I'll let you juggle the big coffeepot in the cook
tent for the edification of the hungry roustabouts," grinned Mr.
Sparling.

"What do I do?"

"Do, young man--do?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why, you stand by the coffee boiler in the cook tent, and when
you hear a waiter bawl 'Draw one,' at the same time throwing a
pitcher at you from halfway across the tent, you catch the
pitcher and have it filled and ready for him by the time he gets
to you."

"Do I throw the pitcherful of coffee back at him?" questioned
Teddy innocently.

"You might, but you wouldn't be apt to try it a second time.
You'd be likely to get a resounding slap from the flat of his
hand--"

"I'd hit him on the nose if he did," declared Teddy
belligerently.

Mr. Sparling could not resist laughing.

"That's not the way to begin. But you will learn. Follow your