You may go through with them if you wish."

"If you do not object, I think I should prefer to remain until
the rest of the show goes out."

"Suit yourself."

Mr. Sparling understood how the lads felt, and perhaps it would
be better to let them break in at once, he reasoned. They would
become seasoned much sooner.

The tent was taken down and packed away in the wagons in an
almost incredibly short time.

"Come on; let's go into the circus tent and see what's going on
there," suggested Teddy.

Phil agreed, and the lads strolled in. They found the
performance nearly over. When it was finished quite a large
number remained to see the "grand concert" that followed.

While this was going on there was a crash and a clatter as the
men ripped up and loaded the seats, piling them into waiting
wagons that had been driven into the tent from the rear so as not
to be in the way of the people going out.

"It's more fun to watch the men work than it is to see the
concert. That concert's a bum show," averred Teddy, thrusting his
hands in his pockets and turning his back on the "grand concert."