and so far as his observations went, the circus people were much
better than some folks he knew at home.

No sooner had they gotten into the menagerie tent than a sudden
bustle and excitement were apparent. Confused shouts were heard
on all sides. Teams, fully harnessed, were being led into the
tent, quarter-poles were coming down without regard to where they
struck, everybody appearing to have gone suddenly crazy.

"They're striking the tent," nodded Mr. Kennedy, noting the boy's
wonderment. "You had better look out for yourself. Don't stand
in the way or you may get hurt," he warned.

"Get the bulls out!" called a man, hurrying by.

"They're getting," answered Kennedy.

"What do they mean by that?"

"In circus parlance, the 'bulls' are the elephants. Where you
going to ride tonight?"

"I don't know. Hello, there's my friend Teddy. I guess I had
better attach myself to him or he may get lost."

As a matter of fact, Phil was not sure where he was himself,
activities were following each other with such surprising
rapidity.

But the lads stuck to their ground until it was no longer safe to