Yes, sir, I'll go to the circus. Will you be there to cut up in
the ring?"

"I cannot say. It is doubtful, as I probably shall be ahead of
the show for the rest of the season. Well, thank you very much.
We will decorate the hog pen," added the lad, touching his cap
and turning away.

An arena box, value twelve dollars, was a pretty high price to
pay for a three-sheet on a hog pen, but Phil Forrest knew what he
was doing. At least he thought he did, and he did not walk very
fast on his way to the road.

"Hey, come back here," called the farmer.

"Yes, sir," answered Phil turning inquiringly.

"Come here."

He walked back to where the farmer was standing fingering the
pass and the letter.

"I--I reckon you needn't stick them bills on the hog pen."

The Circus Boy's heart took a sudden drop.

"Very well, sir; just as you say. I do not wish to do anything
to displease you."

"But I reckon you can plaster that silo full of them circus