The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"What do you suppose the folks will say when you go home in that condition?" "Don't care what they say. Fellow has got to learn sometime, and if I don't have any worse thing happen to me than falling in a ditch I ought to be pretty well satisfied. Guess I'll go back now. Come on, go 'long with me." Phil turned and strode along by the side of his companion until they reached the house where Teddy lived. "Come on in." "I'm sorry, Teddy, but I can't. My uncle will be expecting me, and he won't like it if I am late." "All right; see you tomorrow if you don't come out again tonight. We'll try some more stunts then." "I wouldn't till after the circus, were I in your place," laughed Phil. "Why not!" "Cause, if you break your neck, you won't be able to go to the show." "Huh!" grunted Teddy, hastily turning his back on his companion and starting for the house. |
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