"
"As I said before, there is something I want to ask you, Phil,"
repeated the showman.
"Yes, sir."
"Did it not strike you that Jupiter acted very peculiarly
last night?"
"Yes. I did not see the first of it, but I saw enough."
"What did you think about it?"
"I did not know what to think."
The showman shot a keen glance at the Circus Boy's thoughtful,
serious face.
"What do you think today?"
"That it was perfectly natural for Jupiter to balk going across
the gangplank."
"How about him having hurled Teddy to the deck of the
'Fat Marie'?"
"That is different."
"Did it arouse any suspicions in your mind, my boy?"
Phil reflected for a moment, toying absently with his fork.
"Candidly, it did, Mr. Sparling. It struck me as peculiar at
the time, and, as I thought it over, I became more and more
convinced that there was some reason for Jupiter's action
beyond what we saw."
The showman nodded, as if Phil's suggestion agreed with his
own ideas.
"What do you think happened?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I will confess that I don't know, Phil.
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