"They're cheering for you," a canvasman informed him.
"For me?"
"Yes."
Teddy needed no more. Without an instant's hesitation he ran out
into the ring, where he stood smiling, bowing and throwing kisses
to them.
"Come and see us again!" yelled the Circus Boy.
"We will that!" answered a chorus of voices.
"I'll have the big hen lay another egg for you. I--" His voice
was drowned in the roar of laughter that followed this sally.
Already the attendants were ripping up the seats, loading them
into the wagons, with a rattle and bang. Men were shouting,
horses neighing; here and there an animal uttered a hoarse-voiced
protest at something, it knew not what.
Circus animals often scent a change, perhaps more quickly than do
the people about them.
Performers and others, whose duties did not keep them on the lot,
were hurrying to get to the dock where the circus boats were
waiting, and where Mr. Sparling was attending to the loading.
Phil and Teddy were in no less haste. Quickly getting their
trunks packed, they started off for the river.
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