"That makes two people you've saved today, Forrest," emphasized
Mr. Sparling. "We will call that a day's work. You have earned
your meal ticket. Better run back to the dressing tent and ask
them to fix up some clothes for you. Ask for Mrs. Waite, the
wardrobe woman. Teddy Tucker, you run in and tell Mr. Kennedy,
who has charge of the elephants, that Phil will ride tonight, and
to wait until he gets in."

Both boys hurried away on their respective missions. All that
Mrs. Waite had that would come anywhere near fitting Phil was a
yellow robe that looked like a night gown. Phil grinned as he
tucked it under his arm and hurried back to the menagerie tent.
As he passed through the "big top" he saw that it was filling up
rapidly.

"I guess we are going to have a good house tonight," muttered the
lad with a pleased smile. It did not occur to him that he
himself was responsible for a large part of the attendance--that
the part he had played in the exciting incidents of the day had
done more to advertise the Great Sparling Combined Shows than any
other one factor.

"I am all ready, Mr. Kennedy," announced Phil, running to the
elephant quarters. The horns were blowing the signal for the
grand entry, so the lad grasped the head harness, as Emperor
stooped, and was quickly hoisted to the position in which he
would enter the ring.

When the people saw that it was indeed Phil they set up a great