"Yes; everybody works around here but Father."

"Is the work the same on the advance cars of all shows?"

"All circuses, yes. We do things just the same as the fellows
did them forty years ago. Nobody seems to have head enough to
do things differently, and goodness knows some modern methods
are necessary."

"How long have you been on this car?"

"Four years; this is my fifth season here."

"Why, that is exactly the time we have been with the
Sparling Shows."

Billy nodded.

"I saw you work last season. You are a bird on the trapeze,
and ride--whew, but you can beat anything I ever saw on bareback!
I knew I had seen you before when you came in this evening, but I
couldn't place you. I remembered after a little. Say, Phil, I'm
glad you handed it out to the Boss this afternoon."

"And I am very sorry. I don't know what Mr. Sparling will think
of it. Still, I had to do something. I saw right away that he
had made up his mind to treat us badly. What time do we pull
out tonight?"

"Twelve o'clock, I think. And speaking of that, it is time