as well as the other. Nobody knows. He's always around when you
least expect him. There he is now."

The owner was striding toward the cook tent for his morning cup
of coffee.

"Good morning, sir," greeted the boys, pausing in their work long
enough to touch their hats, after which they continued unpacking
the dishes.

"Morning, boys. I see you are up early and getting right at it.
That's right. No showman was ever made out of a sleepy-head.
Where did you sleep last night?"

"In a wagon on a pile of canvas," answered Phil.

"And they threw us out of bed this morning," Teddy informed him,
with a grimace.

Mr. Sparling laughed heartily.

"And we fell in a creek," added Teddy.

"Well, well, you certainly are having your share of experiences."

"Will you allow me to make a suggestion, Mr. Sparling?" asked
Phil.

"Of course. You need not ask that question. What is it?"