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This conversation took place in the office tent of the show that Phil Forrest had been fighting almost ever since he took charge of Car Three. "He is one of the best bareback riders who ever entered the forty-two foot ring," continued the assistant manager. "What has he ever done before? I never heard of him." "He has been with Sparling, I think, about five years.
The lads passed their final examinations, and, with their diplomas in their pockets, set out one bright May morning to join the show which, by this time, had come to be looked upon by them as a real home. They had been on the road less than two weeks now, and were looking forward with keen anticipation to their summer under the billowing canvas of the Great Sparling Shows.
I took down Monsieur d'Esquier to the great cabbin below, and dined with him in state along with only one or two friends of his. All dinner the harper belonging to Captain Sparling played to the Dukes. After dinner, the Dukes and my Lord to sea, the Vice and Rear-Admirals and I in a boat after them.
"Then, I think I'll let you juggle the big coffeepot in the cook tent for the edification of the hungry roustabouts," grinned Mr. Sparling. "What do I do?" "Do, young man do?" "Yes, sir."
It seemed to him as if he were walking on air. "Let that boy through. He's with the show now," bellowed Mr. Sparling, poking his head from the doghouse tent. The gateman nodded. "How soon will the performance be over?" inquired Phil, approaching the gateman. "Ten minutes now." "Then, I guess I won't go in. I promised to meet Teddy over by the ticket wagon anyway." But Phil could not stand still.
Just for the briefest part of a second did Wallace give way, then with a terrific roar, he bounded clear over the Circus Boy's head, bowling Phil over as he leaped, and on down to the center of the arena. Phil had not been hurt. He was up and after the dangerous beast in a twinkling. The audience saw what he was trying to do. "Keep away from him!" bellowed Mr. Sparling.
They did everything that Signor Navaro had done in his performance, adding some clever feats of their own that had been devised with the help of Mr. Miaco. Mr. Sparling looked on with twinkling eyes and frequent nods of approval. "Fine! Fine!
The lad was unconscious when the showman lifted him tenderly from the net and laid him out on the ground. "Up with that peak!" commanded Mr. Sparling. "Get some water here, and don't crowd around him! Give the boy air! Tucker, you hike for the surgeon." A shove started Teddy for the surgeon. In the meantime Mr.
Sparling in his cabin. He has sent for me." Teddy sat out on deck while the others were picking up the table, the dishes and the ruined food. It would not do for Mr. Sparling to come in and see how they had wasted the food he had had prepared for them. The probabilities were that they would get no more, were he to do so.
Phil paused and surveyed it critically. "Wouldn't I like to fasten Sparling banners all over that place, though. What a hit that would be. Why," he added looking about him, "it could be seen pretty much all over town." Phil started on, intending to find out who owned the building. As he did so he saw a man from the canary-colored car entering the building.
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