"I should say it was. You did that stopping the horse, didn't
you?"

Phil nodded.

"Boss will buy you a new suit for that."

"Oh, no; I couldn't allow him to do that," objected Phil.

"Well, you are a queer youngster. So long. I'll see you when
you come in this afternoon. Wait, let me see your tickets."

The lad handed them over wonderingly, at which his questioner
nodded approvingly.

"They're good seats. Hope you will enjoy the show."

"Thank you; I am sure I shall," answered Phil, touching his hat
and starting on a run for home.

Arriving there, Mrs. Cahill met him and threw up her hands in
horror when she observed the condition of his clothes.

"I am afraid they are gone for good," grinned Phil rather
ruefully.

"No. You leave them with me. I'll fix them up for you. I heard
how you saved that show woman's life. That was fine, my boy. I'm
proud of you, that I am. You did more than all those circus men