The next morning Phil asked Mr. Miaco, the head clown,
if he knew where they were going.
"I do not," answered the clown. "This route has kept
me guessing. Boss Sparling may be headed for Australia
for all I know. He's just as likely to go there as
anywhere else. Has the Spaniard bothered you since
that mix-up?"
"No."
"Well, keep away from him. That is my advice."
"I shall not bother him. You may depend upon that, Mr. Miaco.
I can't say as much for Teddy."
"Teddy put up that job with January last night, didn't he?"
"He hasn't said so."
"Not necessary. I saw the whole thing. Lucky for Teddy that
Mr. Sparling did not happen to be about."
"I am not so sure that he was not."
"What?"
Phil explained what Mr. Sparling had said to Teddy out in
the paddock.
"Yes, he saw it all right, but I guess he doesn't know about the
trouble in the dressing tent yesterday."
"No, I think not. I hope he does not hear of it, either.
I do not wish Mr. Sparling to think that I am a troublemaker,
or that I was mixed up in an unseemly row in the dressing tent.
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