"Where shall we sleep?"

"Probably in a car."

"It won't be half so much fun," objected Teddy.

"I imagine the life will be different. Perhaps we shall not have
so much fun, but we'll have the satisfaction of knowing that we
are part of a real show. It will mean a lot to us to be with an
organization like that. It will give us a better standing in the
profession, and possibly by another season we may be able to get
with one of the really big ones. Next spring, if we have good
luck, we shall have finished with our school here. If they'll
have us, we'll try to join out with one of them. In the meantime
we must work hard, Teddy, so we shall be in fine shape when we
join out two weeks from today. Come on; I'll wrestle you a
few falls."

"Done," exclaimed Teddy.

Phil promptly threw off his coat and vest. A few minutes later
the lads were struggling on the wrestling mat, their faces
dripping with perspiration, their supple young figures twisting
and turning as each struggled for the mastery of the other.

The readers of the preceding volume in this series, entitled,
THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS, will recognize Phil and
Teddy
at once as the lads who had so unexpectedly joined the Sparling
Combined Shows the previous summer. It was Phil who, by his