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"By the way, how did you happen to get a berth like this, young man?" questioned Tripp. "I thought a fellow by the name of Snowden was running Car Three for old man Sparling." "He was." "Closed?" "Yes." "What for?" "I would rather not talk about that. You will have to ask headquarters, or Snowden himself.
"There is no danger of that, sir." "And you don't have to potter around the cook tent working, either. That is, not unless you want to." "But, I do, Mr. Sparling. I want to learn everything there is to be learned about the show business," protested Phil. Mr. Sparling regarded him quizzically. "You'll do," he said, turning away.
But Phil did not permit himself to sleep long. He feared he should not be able to wake up until morning if he did, and then he never would reach the show town in time to warn Mr. Sparling of the impending danger. At daylight he was still ten miles from his destination. "I must make it. I shall make it!" he breathed, starting on a run, having found a path at the side of the track.
Always have the interest of the show in mind, and you'll get along," smiled the owner. "We-e-l-l," drawled the lad. "I wasn't just thinking about the interest of the show. I was thinking more about what a figure I'd be cutting before the boys." Mr. Sparling laughed heartily. "You are honest at any rate, Master Teddy. That's one thing I like about you.
Sparling's cabin, during which time the lads had been sitting on the after deck of the boat. Phil had been very thoughtful. Perhaps he had not done right in keeping his real suspicions from Mr. Sparling. Yet he was firm in his purpose not to say who he thought the men were. He was not at all certain, in his own mind, that his eyes had not deceived him.
In his effort to do so, the coil slipped from his hands, knocking a canvasman down as it fell, but the lad had held to the other end with a desperate grip. Now he began working it through the loop inch by inch. It was a slow process, but he was succeeding even better than he had hoped. Mr. Sparling now saw what Phil's purpose was. About the same time the others down there made the same discovery.
They were standing before the glowing posters of the Great Sparling Combined Shows, that was to visit Edmeston on the following Thursday. Phillip Forrest and Teddy Tucker were fast friends, though they were as different in appearance and temperament as two boys well could be. Phil was just past sixteen, while Teddy was a little less than a year younger.
Sparling was not present to witness it. He was busy down by the docks, attending to the loading of such of the show's equipment as was ready to be packed away for shipment on the Sparling fleet. Perhaps it was just as well for Teddy, that the owner of the show was not present, as he might have objected to the Circus Boy's interruption of the performance. Teddy was irrepressible.
That was a great stroke of enterprise, but I would rather it had not happened, of course." "What the interview?" "No, of course not. I mean your accident." "It is all right, Mr. Sparling. I am here now, and none the worse for my bath, but for a time I surely thought I was a goner. I would not care to go through that experience again." "I should say not.
His sentence was "to be reprimanded at the head of his regiment." Colonel Bolton was delegated to administer this reproof. In the following year, 1805, the second duel was fought, which created as great a sensation as that between Mr. Sparling and Mr. Grayson, in the previous year.