"See here, you fellow!"
"What you want?" demanded Diaz in a surly tone.
"I want to advise you to let those boys alone in the future.
They have been with this show a long time, and they are highly
thought of by Mr. Sparling. Were he to hear what you have done
tonight I rather think you would pack your trunk and quit
right here. I shall not tell him. Next time I see you doing
any such thing you will have to answer to me. I'm the head
clown here, and I won't stand for one of my men pitching
on a boy."
Teddy was chuckling to himself over the severe rebuke that Miaco
was administering to his clown.
"Do you boys intend going on tonight?" Miaco demanded suddenly,
turning on Teddy.
"Certainly," answered Phil.
"Then I should advise you to be getting into your makeups."
"Why, what time is it?"
"A quarter to eight."
"Whew! Come on, Teddy."
A few moments more and peace had been restored in the dressing
tent, though Diaz was muttering to himself as he laid the powder
over his face, preparatory to his first entry into the ring.
"I am afraid we have not heard the last of Diaz, Teddy,"
confided Phil to his companion.
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