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Phil drew a long sigh of relief. Someone dashed up the stairs on a run. It was Mr. Sparling. He grabbed Phil Forrest in his arms, hugging him until the dead torches fell to the floor with a clatter and the lad begged to be released. "My brave Phil, my brave boy!" breathed the showman. "No one but you could have done a thing like that.

"I did not mean for you to leave in quite such a hurry as that," laughed Mr. Sparling. "Besides, this is rather a bad night to make a change. Take your time, get your things in shape, and leave when you get ready." "Does Mr. Snowden know I am to join him?" "Yes; I have already written him to that effect that is, I told him you probably would join at an early day." "Where is Car Three now?" Mr.

"I I guess he did," admitted President Billy. "I'll settle with him tomorrow," nodded Teddy, swelling out his chest. "Did you tell him you were going to have a supper up here?" asked Phil. "He knows all about it. You need not worry about the train going away without you. Mr. Sparling said you had a short run tonight, and that the last section would not pull out until three o'clock in the morning.

Two were placed in front of the springboard and over these a stream of gaudily attired clowns dived, doing a turn in the air as they passed. Teddy was among the number. Three elephants were lined up, then a fourth and a fifth. "I hope he isn't going to try that," growled Mr. Sparling, noting that the lad was waiting his turn to get up on the springboard.

The Sparling shows shall go on to the close of the season. We'll make the next town, somehow, and we'll give them a show the like of which they never before have seen." "If they had been here tonight they would have seen one such as they never saw before," grinned Teddy. "Yes." "A sort of Wild South instead of Wild West show," added the irrepressible Teddy.

You are right; something happened to it, and I've been tearing myself to pieces, ever since, to find out who it was. I've got all my amateur sleuths working on the case, this very minute, to find out who the scoundrel is who cut the wire. Have you any idea about it? But there's no use in asking you. "I've got this," answered Phil, tossing a small file on the table in front of Mr. Sparling.

Phil had made his change in the menagerie tent after finishing his elephant act, and was just entering the big top as Teddy made his sensational entrance. He caught sight of his companion at once. "Who's that?" he asked of Mr. Sparling, who was standing at the entrance with a broad grin on his face. "That, my dear Phil, is your very good friend, Mr. Teddy Tucker." "Teddy? You don't mean it?"

The procession moved on a moment later, with old Emperor swinging along as meekly as if he had not just stirred up a heap of trouble for himself and his owner. The man, it was soon learned, had been badly hurt. But Mr. Sparling was on the ground almost at once, making an investigation. He quickly learned what had caused the trouble. And then he was mad all through.

Sparling invited them to return with him in his private car which was to cross the continent attached to regular passenger trains, the show proper following at its leisure. This invitation both boys accepted gladly, and during the trip there were many long discussions between the three as to the future of the Circus Boys.

In every window within sight of them there hung a gaudy Sparling circus bill, some windows being plastered full of them. They called the manager hastily. "Look!" said his assistant. "What! We're tricked! But they haven't got far with their work. They haven't had time. Don't you see, the lazy fellows have just got to work. After them, men! Beat them out! You've got to out bill this town!"