"Ask the pilot," grumbled Teddy. "How do you suppose I know?
This water looks like a big mud puddle. I'm hungry; aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. What are we going to do for breakfast? I never
thought to bring along a lunch."
"I've got an egg," chuckled Teddy.
"You are welcome to it. I don't care for any, thank you."
Just then there came a rap on their door.
Phil opened it and looked out.
"Mr. Sparling wishes to know if you are ready for breakfast?"
asked the man, whom they recognized as the showman's
personal servant.
"Am I ready for breakfast?" shouted Teddy. "Tell Mr. Sparling
he ought to know better than to ask a question like that.
What's this, a joke? We can't get any breakfast on this
old tub."
"Mr. Sparling directs me to ask you to join him in his cabin for
breakfast in ten minutes."
"Thank you. Tell him we shall be on hand," smiled Phil.
"I hope it isn't a joke," grumbled Teddy, pulling on
his trousers.
"Now, isn't that fine of Mr. Sparling, old fellow?" asked Phil,
with glowing eyes.
"Tell you better after I sample the breakfast.
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