you."

Mr. Sparling shook his head doubtfully.

"I'm afraid you haven't had experience enough to warrant my
trusting so important a matter to you," answered the showman,
knowing how serious a bungled act might be, and how it would be
likely to weaken the whole show.

Phil's face showed his disappointment.

"Mr. Kennedy says it will be a fine act. I have seen the
property man and the carpenter, and they both think it's great.
They are getting my properties ready now."

"So, so?" wondered the owner, raising his eyebrows ever so
little. "You seem to be making progress, young man. Let's see,
how long have you been in the show business?" he reflected.

"Twenty-four hours," answered Phil promptly.

Mr. Sparling grinned.

"M-m-m-m. You're certainly getting on fast. Who told you you
might give orders to my property man and my carpenter, sir?" the
proprietor demanded, somewhat sternly.

"I took that upon myself, sir. I'm sure it would improve the
act, even though I have not had as much experience as I might
have. Will you let me try it?" demanded the boy boldly.