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"He seems to me to be a pretty fine sort of a man, even if he is gruff," suggested Phil. "The best ever," agreed several clowns. "You'll look a long way before you'll find a better showman, or a better man to his help, than Jim Sparling. Ever been in the show business, kid?" Phil shook his head. "Anybody'd think you always had been, the way you take hold of things.
"He's out just now looking over the work." Teddy, with a scowl on his face, went outside to take a look at the car from the outside. The car was a bright red, with the name of the Sparling Shows spread over its sides in gilded letters. "If the inside were half as good-looking as the outside, it would be some car," was Teddy's conclusion, after walking all around the car.
"Oh, I'm after you, you rascal," jeered Teddy, shaking a fist at the ugly face above him. After testing the rope, Teddy began climbing it hand over hand. Then the spectators divined his purpose. "The boy is all right," nodded Mr. Sparling approvingly. "That is the time that he got the best of you, Phil." "He is welcome to the job," answered Phil. "You haven't captured the baboon yet."
But she had been dead for eighteen years; I had lost sight completely of Sparling and the child, and, curiously enough, I knew something of Wing's son. He was about ten years old at the death of his mother, and was then rescued from his father by the Wing kindred and decently brought up.
"You just wait and see." "Since we started out on our fourth season with the Sparling Combined Shows this spring, you have behaved yourself remarkably well. I know it must have pained you to do so. I give you full credit, but don't spoil it all now, please." "Spoil it?" "Yes. You must remember that this is now a Big show larger this season than ever before, and you must not expect Mr.
"Grease paint and powder will cover it up, I guess, Mr. Sparling." "I'll hear how it happened." "I can't tell you much about it," said Phil. "We were on our way to the car when a couple of men suddenly jumped out from a fence corner and went at us hammer and tongs. That's when we got these beauty spots. If we had seen the fellows coming we might not have been hit at all."
For the first time, thus far, the Sparling herd of elephants began to show signs of excitement. Their trainer quieted them somewhat with soothing words here, a sharp command there, and occasionally a prod of the hook. All at once the leading tusker of the Sully herd lunged straight at old Emperor.
Young Tucker said he thought Phil had remained behind, and I was afraid something had happened to the boy or that he had skipped the show. I might have known better. What's that back of him?" "Somebody chasing them, boss," a tentman informed him. "And they're going to catch old Emperor sure." "Not if I know it," snapped Mr. Sparling. "Hey, Rube!" he howled.
"And they threw us out of bed this morning," Teddy informed him, with a grimace. Mr. Sparling laughed heartily. "And we fell in a creek," added Teddy. "Well, well, you certainly are having your share of experiences." "Will you allow me to make a suggestion, Mr. Sparling?" asked Phil. "Of course. You need not ask that question. What is it?"
You will remember my version of the dagger incident? I represented Mrs. Sparling as finding the dagger on the wall as she was pushed or dragged up against the panelling by her antagonist as it were, under her hand. Wing swore at the trial that the dagger was not there, and had never been there.
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