"A pretty good day, Phil," smiled Mr. Sparling.
"I am glad to hear that, sir."
"Two thousand dollars in the clear, as the result of our two
performances today. Do you know of any other business that would
pay as much for the amount invested, eh, Phil?"
"I do not, sir."
"You see, it is a pretty good business to be in after all,
provided it is run on business principles, at the same time
treating one's employees like human beings."
"Yes, sir."
"How would you like to have an interest in a show?"
"I am going to, someday. It may be a long time yet before I have
earned money enough, but I shall if I live," said the Circus Boy
quietly but with determination.
"So you shall. I intend to have a talk with you on this subject,
one of these days. What I wanted to talk with you about is
Jim's loss. I am glad it wasn't your ring horse, Phil. Have you
anything to say about the animal breaking his leg?"
"I have."
"Out with it."
"Somebody is to blame for that accident."
"How?"
"Someone planned that accident."
"Explain!"
"Teddy and myself examined the ring, that is, Teddy already had
done so before I returned, and he discovered something--we both
decided what must have happened.
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