So Teddy went.

Shortly after their departure a gentleman boarded the car, at the
stateroom end, and walked boldly into the office.

The man was James Sparling, owner of the Sparling Combined Shows.

Mr. Snowden sprang up, surprise written all over his face.

"Why, Mr. Sparling!" he greeted the caller. "I did not
expect you."

"No; my visit is something of a surprise, but it is time I
came on. Where are the boys?"

"You mean young Forrest and Tucker?" asked the manager, his
smile fading.

"Yes."

"The young cubs have gone to church. A likely pair they are!
What did you mean by turning loose a bunch like that on me?"

There was a slight tightening of Mr. Sparling's lips.

"What seems to be the trouble with them?"

"Insubordination. They are the worst boys I ever came across in
all my experience."