get into it, don't sneak out.' "

"That's the talk," roared Mr. Sparling, smiting his desk with
a mighty fist. "You run along, now, and give your young friend
some advice about what he may expect if he gets into any
more difficulty."

"I have done that already."

"Good! Tell it to him again as coming from me. He's going to
make a good showman, though he came near putting this outfit out
of business with the fool mule this afternoon. I would cut the
act out, but for the fact that it is a scream from start
to finish. Feeling all right?"

"Yes, thank you. I am perfectly able to go on in the ring act
tonight, if you think best."

"Wait until tomorrow; wait until tomorrow. You'll be all the
better for it."

The cook tent was open, as Phil observed. The red flag was
flying from the center pole of the tent, indicating that supper
was being served. In a short time the tent would come down and
be on its way in the flying squadron to the next stand.

The show was now less than a day out, but many things
had happened. Not a moment had been without its interest or
excitement, and Phil realized that as he walked toward the
cook tent. He found Teddy there, satisfying his appetite, or