The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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waiter approached to take their orders. Teddy ordered pretty
much everything on the bill, while Phil was more modest in his demands. "Don't eat everything they have," he warned laughingly. "Plenty more where this came from. That's one good thing about a show." "What's that?" "If the food gives out they can eat the animals." "Better look out that the animals don't make a meal of you." "Joining out?" asked the man sitting next to Phil. "Yes, sir." "Ring act?" "I don't know yet what I am to do. Mr. Sparling is giving me a chance to find out what I am good for, if anything," smiled Phil. "Boss is all right," nodded the circus man. "That was a good stunt you did this afternoon. Why don't you work that up?" "I--I'll think about it." Phil did not know exactly what was meant by the expression, but it set him to thinking, and out of the suggestion he was destined to "work up" something that was |
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