I hope neither the Ringlings, nor Barnum and Bailey, nor any
of the big shows get a peep at that act."
"Why?"
"Because were they to do so I would be sure to lose my little
star performers right in the middle of the season," laughed
the owner.
"Oh, I hardly think so. I do not wish to leave this show.
Had it not been for you I should still be doing chores for
my board and clothes back in Edmeston. Now wouldn't that
be fine?"
"Very," grinned the showman.
"Whatever I have accomplished I have you to thank for."
"You mean you owe to your own brightness and cleverness.
No, Phil, you are a boy who would have succeeded anywhere.
They can't keep you down--no, not even were they to sit
on you."
"If Fat Marie, with her five hundred and odd pounds, were
to sit on me, I rather think I would be kept down," answered
the Circus Boy, with a hearty laugh in which Mr. Sparling
joined uproariously.
"What is Teddy doing out in the ring?"
"I left him there to keep an eye on the injured horse."
"Why, Phil?"
"Until I could get back and make an examination.
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