Phil quietly washed the dirt from his face, and pulling on
his street clothes over his ring costume, started to reenter
the arena.
At that moment Mr. Sparling came hurrying in. The two met in the
pad room.
"Phil, how did that accident happen?" demanded the showman.
"You saw it, did you not, Mr. Sparling?"
"Yes. But I was unable to understand how it occurred."
"That is exactly what is bothering me," answered the lad, with a
peculiar smile that the owner of the show was not slow to catch.
"You suspect something?"
"I suspect I got a bump that I shan't forget soon," laughed the
Circus Boy. "It is a wonder I did not break my neck."
"You undoubtedly saved Dimples' life at the risk of your own.
You are the pluckiest lad--no, I'll say the pluckiest _man_ I
have ever known."
"Don't make me blush, Mr. Sparling."
"Nevertheless, I wish you wouldn't take chances on that
act again. Give the audience the same old act and they
will be satisfied with that."
"Didn't you like the act?"
"Like it?"
"Yes."
"It was the finest exhibition of its kind that I ever saw.
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