"Take care of him, Phil. I must get back. There is trouble
down there."
The showman hurried away, and Phil saw at once that his companion
had sustained a severe shock, but nothing of a serious nature.
"You're all right, Teddy. What is the trouble down there?"
Teddy, still rubbing himself, explained what had happened.
Just then there came a call from below.
"Oh, Phil!"
"Yes."
"Can you come down here?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"Mr. Sparling wants you."
"I'll be right there."
The lad, instead of taking the time to go down the companionway,
swung over the side of the boat and dropped lightly to the wharf.
Such is the advantage of being a showman.
"Mr. Kennedy is having trouble with the bulls, Phil," explained
Mr. Sparling.
"Yes; so Teddy told me."
"He thinks you may be able to suggest some way out of
our difficulty. Mr. Kennedy has great confidence in
your resourcefulness."
"What have you done thus far?"
Mr. Sparling explained briefly, Phil giving close attention.
"Have they found the gangplank yet?"
"Yes; they are towing it up to the dock now.
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