irate rival.

The Circus Boy looked up with an innocent expression on his face.

"Why, Mr. Tripp, what is it?"

"Is that the way you repay my hospitality?" he shouted.

"Please explain."

Phil's tone was mild and soothing.

"You have grabbed every hit in this town. It's unprofessional.
It's a crooked piece of business. I'll get even with you
for that."

"Why, Mr. Tripp, how can that be, I am green; I am only a
beginner, you know," answered the Circus Boy, with his most
winning smile.

Bop Tripp gazed at him a moment, then with an angry exclamation
turned on his heel and strode back to his own car.

Half an hour later Phil Forrest's men drove in from their
country routes. They had covered them quickly, having got
such an early start.

Phil heard their reports. They had left nothing undone.
Phil then hurried over town to pay the bills he had
contracted, first leaving word that not a man was to