"And what if this act falls down flat? What then?"

"It mustn't."

"But if it does?"

"Then, sir, I'll give up the show business and go back to
Edmeston, where I'll hire out to work on a farm. If I can't do a
little thing like this I guess the farm will be the best place
for me."

Phil was solemn and he meant every word he said. Mr. Sparling,
however, unable to maintain his serious expression, laughed
heartily.

"My boy, you are all right. Go ahead and work up your act. You
have my full permission to do that in your own way, acting, of
course, under the approval of Mr. Kennedy. He knows what would
go with his bulls."

"Thank you, thank you very much," exclaimed Phil, impulsively. "I
hope you will be pleasantly surprised."

"I expect to be."

Phil ran as fast as his legs would carry him to convey the good
news to Mr. Kennedy. Active preparations followed, together with
several hurried trips to the property room. The property man was
getting along famously with his part of the plan, and both Phil