"No; I have no home now."

"Here's a fish horn. Now get up in the band wagon--no, not the
big one, I mean the clowns' band wagon with the hayrack on it.
When the parade starts blow your confounded head off if you want
to. Make all the noise you can. You'll have plenty of company.
When the parade breaks up, just take off your makeup and turn it
over to Mr. Miaco."

"You mean these clothes?"

"Yes. They're a part of the makeup. You'll have to wash the
makeup off your face. I don't expect you to return the powder to
us," grinned the assistant humorously.

The clowns were climbing to the hayrack. A bugle had blown as a
signal that the parade was ready to move. Phil had not seen
Teddy Tucker since returning to the lot. He did not know where
the boy was, but he was quite sure that Teddy was not missing any
of the fun. Tucker had been around circuses before, and knew how
to make the most of his opportunities. And he was doing so now.

"Ta ra, ta ra, ta ra!" sang the bugle.

Crash! answered the cymbals and the bass drums. The snare drums
buzzed a long, thrilling roll; then came the blare of the brass
as the whole band launched into a lively tune such as only circus
bands know how to play.