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Well, you let me catch you doing it and stand up here, you two, and let me look at you." He gazed long and searchingly at the Circus Boys, noting every line of their slender, shapely figures. "You'll do," he growled. "Yes, sir," answered Phil, smiling. "Shake hands." Mr. Sparling thrust out both hands toward them with almost disconcerting suddenness.
The scout was off like a shot, riding straight down the valley, a trooper pounding along behind him. Major Elliott ran his eyes over the little bunch of cavalrymen. "Captain Sparling, send two of your men to test the depth or water there where those Indians crossed. As soon as ascertained we will ford the river."
Why should I? But I found out about it, didn't I?" "Yes; at least you have made a pretty good start in that direction. I shall have to tell Mr. Sparling. It would not be right to keep this information from him." "N-n-o-o. Then maybe he'll organize a posse to hunt for my egg." "Oh, hang your old egg!"
Sparling bustled in at this point, stripping off his wet oilskins and hanging them on a hook on the tent pole at the further end. "Where'd you sleep?" "In wagon No. 10." "Get wet?" "Very." "Humph!" "We dried out in the cook tent when we got in. It might have been worse." "Easily satisfied, aren't you?" "I don't know about that. I expect to meet with some disagreeable experiences."
Sparling's conduct might be, he truly forgave him the injury he had done him, in giving him his death-wound, and hoped, in the event of his decease, that his friends would not prosecute him." Mr. Grayson repeatedly said Mr. Sparling was an utter stranger to him, and that he did not know him even by sight. At that time counsel were not allowed to make any appeal to a jury for a prisoner. Mr.
"Line up!" commanded Mr. Sparling. His men stretched across the highway, with the mounted ones in front, his infantry behind. Soon the horsemen of the pursuing party came dashing up and brought their horses to a sudden stop. "What do you want?" "We demand the turning over of the elephant which one of your men stole from us.
"Well, I don't. Bad as it is, it's better than some other things that I know of. I'll tell you what I'll do I'll get rubber coats for us both when we get in in the morning." "Got the money?" "That's so. I had forgotten that," laughed Phil. "I never thought that I should need money to buy a coat with. We'll have to wait until payday. I wonder when that is?" "Ask Mr. Sparling."
Sparling," said Phil with a slight quaver in his voice, "if I succeed it will be because of the training you have given me. I won't say I thank you, for I do not know whether I do or not. I may make an awful mess of it. In that case I shall suffer a sad fall in your estimation. But it is not my intention to make a mess of it, just the same." "You won't. Come along, Teddy.
"Very good. You are the man I want to talk with. I am from the Sparling Shows. I should like the privilege of fastening some banners on that south wall there." "You're too late, young man. I just gave the other man permission to do that." "Did he pay you?" asked Phil sweetly. "No." "Did you sign a contract with him?" "No." "May I ask how much he is to give you for the privilege?"
We'll stick them to the walls when we get them properly daubed!" With a yell the Sparling crowd began wielding the paste brushes. They wielded them effectively, too. Every sweep of the brushes found a human mark. Shouts of rage followed the onslaught, above which could be heard the voice of the manager of the canary car, urging the crowd on to violence. Phil came dashing out.
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