"Oh, that boy again! What is it?"
"Jupiter tossed him."
"Where is he?"
"Maybe in the river. Help me look for him up here. They are
searching for him on the other side of the boat."
Phil started on a run along one side of the deck, Mr. Sparling
taking the other side.
"Here he is. Ahoy, boat! Go and get the gangway. I have the
boy here," called Mr. Sparling.
Phil hurried over to where Mr. Sparling was bending over Teddy,
who lay doubled up against the pilot house.
"Is he hurt?"
"I don't know. I'll tell you when I get him untangled. He seems
to be standing on his head. Lucky if his neck isn't broken."
"Teddy's neck is too tough to be easily broken. I think he is
merely stunned," said Phil.
The showman straightened the Circus Boy out, and Teddy suddenly
sat up, rubbing his head and neck gingerly.
"Did January kick me?" he demanded wonderingly.
"No; Jupiter threw you up here. Are you hurt?"
"Hurt?"
"Yes."
"I'm worse than that. I'm like the carpenter who swallowed a
tape measure. I'm dying by inches."
Mr. Sparling uttered an impatient exclamation.
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