The Circus Boys in Dixie Land : or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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this morning; did you?"
"No. He wasn't there." "Now, what do you suppose he is doing in Mr. Sparling's tent?" "I haven't the least idea unless he is trying to find out where we are. Hey, Billy!" Billy Ford paused at the sound of the familiar call; then the Circus Boys hurried toward him. Billy went suddenly red in the face as if he were very much embarrassed. "What you doing in there?" demanded Teddy. "Why--why--perhaps I was trying to join the show," stammered Billy. "We wouldn't have you. You and I couldn't travel in the same show. They'd fire us both." "Why?" questioned Billy, now regaining his presence of mind. " 'Cause, between us we'd put the show out of business." "I believe you would," nodded Phil. "Where you going, boys?" "Mrs. Cahill's." |
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