The Circus Boys Across the Continent : or, Winning New Laurels on the Tanbark by Edgar B. P. Darlington
page 37 of 248 (14%)
page 37 of 248 (14%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
with a plate of wafers, of which they disposed in short order.
It was broad daylight by this time, and the boys decided to go out and watch the erection of the tents. It was all new and full of interest to them. As they caught the odor of trampled grass and the smell of the canvas their old enthusiasm came back to them with added force. "It's great to be a circus man, isn't it, Phil?" breathed Teddy. "It is unless one is getting into trouble all the time, the way you do. I expect that, some of these days, you'll get something you don't want." "What?" "Oh, I don't know. But I am sure it will be something quite serious." "You better look out for yourself," growled Teddy. "I'll take care of myself." "Yes; the way you did last night," retorted Phil, with a hearty laugh. "Come on, now; let's not quarrel. I want to find some of our old friends. Isn't that Mr. Miaco over there by the dressing tent?" "Sure." Both lads ran toward their old friend, the head clown, with |
|