"I think I ought to have some sort of a costume if I am to
continue to ride Emperor in the grand entry."

"H-m-m-m. What kind do you think you want?"

"Could I wear tights?"

Mr. Sparling was about to laugh, but one glance into the earnest
eyes of Phil Forrest told him that the boy's interest was wholly
in wishing to improve the act--not for the sake of showing
himself, alone.

"Yes, I think perhaps it might not be a bad idea. You go tell
Mrs. Waite to fix you up with a suit. But I would prefer to have
you wear your own clothes today."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"I'll tell you why. I telegraphed on to my advance man all about
you last night, and what you did yesterday will be spread all
over town here today. It will be a rattling good advertisement.
You and the tiger are my best drawing cards today," smiled Mr.
Sparling.

"Glad I have proved of some use to you, sir."

"Use? Use?"

"Yes, sir."