As he emerged he caught sight of a
figure running toward him, and behind the figure, Mr. Sparling,
coming along the deck in great strides.
"Stop! We've got you!" shouted the showman.
Phil spread out his arms as the fleeing one drew near him, then
threw them about the fellow, holding him in a firm grip.
"I've got him, Mr. Sparling!"
"Leggo of me! What's the matter with you? Anybody would think
this was a high school initiation."
"Teddy," groaned Phil.
"What's that?" demanded the showman jerking Phil and his prisoner
over to an open window through which a faint light was showing.
"It is Teddy Tucker, sir," said Phil releasing his hold.
"What does this mean, sir?" demanded the showman in a
stern voice.
"That's what I want to know. You fellows chase me around the
boat as if I were some kind of a football. It's a wonder one
of you didn't kick me. Lucky for you that you didn't, too, I
can tell you."
"Teddy, come to my cabin at once. Phil, bring him along,
will you?"
"Yes," answered Phil Forrest. Phil was troubled. He could not
believe it possible that Teddy was guilty of eavesdropping, and
yet the evidence seemed to point strongly in that direction.
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