The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"We shall be lucky if we hold on to the job we have already. Did Mr. Sparling say what he would pay you?" "No, he didn't think of that--at least I didn't. Did he tell you how much you were going to get?" Phil nodded. "How much?" "I don't think I had better say," answered the lad doubtfully. "If you ask him and he tells you, of course that will be all right. I shall be glad to do so then. It isn't that I don't want you to know, you understand, but it might be better business, just now, to say nothing about it," added Phil, with a wisdom far beyond his years. "Dark secret, eh?" jeered Teddy Tucker. "No; there's no secret about it. It is just plain business, that's all." "Business! Huh! Who ever heard of a circus being business?" "You'll find business enough when you get in, Teddy Tucker." "Don't believe it. It's just good fun and that's all." They had reached the circus lot by this time and were now making |
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