The keeper soon had Emperor fast. Then after a final
affectionate petting Phil ran lightly to the other tent and
quickly made his way to his seat. The people were so engrossed
in the acts in the ring that they did not observe the boy
particularly this time.

"Did I make a show of myself, Mrs. Cahill?" questioned the lad,
with sparkling eyes.

"You did not. You were as handsome as a picture. There isn't
one of all those people that looks so handsome or so manly as--"

"Please, please, Mrs. Cahill!" begged the lad, blushing
violently. "Have you seen anything of my friend Teddy? I had
forgotten all about him."

"That looks like him down there."

"Where?"

"There, leaning against that pole," she pointed.

Phil gazed in the direction indicated, and there, sure enough,
was Teddy Tucker leaning carelessly against the center pole. He
had no right to be there, as Phil well knew, and he watched with
amused interest for the moment when the other boy's presence
would be discovered.

It came shortly afterwards. All at once the ringmaster fixed a
cold eye on Teddy.