"Where do they all sleep?" wondered Teddy.

"Who, the ponies?"

"No, of course not. The people."

"I don't know unless they sleep in the cages with the animals,"
laughed Phil. "Some of the folks appear to be sleeping on the
horses."

"I'd be willing to go without sleep if I could be a showman,"
mused Teddy. "Wouldn't you?"

"Sure," agreed Phil. "Hello! There come some more wagons. Come
on! We'll run down to meet them."

"No; Let's go over to the grounds where the circus is coming off.
They'll be putting up the tents first thing we know."

"That's so, and I want to be around. You going to work any,
Teddy?"

"Not I. I'm going to see the show, but you don't catch me
carrying pails of water for the elephants for a ticket of
admission that don't admit you to anything except a stand-up. I
can stand up cheaper than that."

Both boys slipped from the fence, and, setting off at a jog trot,
began rapidly overhauling and passing the slow-moving wagons with
their tired horses and more tired drivers.