"
Phil first hunted up Mr. Sparling, whom he found shaving in
his cabin.
"Why good morning, Phil. Why this early call?"
"I called to ask you what a new set of heads will cost for the
bass drum?"
"I think they are worth about fifteen dollars. Why do you ask?"
"Because Teddy and myself have just smashed the heads out of the
one belonging to the band."
Mr. Sparling paused in his shaving long enough to glance keenly
at Phil. There was a twinkle in his eyes. He knew that his
Circus Boys had been up to some mischief. Phil was as solemn as
an owl.
"It was this way," explained the lad, as he related how the
accident had occurred.
Mr. Sparling sat down and laughed.
"Never mind the drum heads. We have others for just such an
emergency, I do not mind a little fun once in a while. We all
have to blow off steam sometimes."
"No, sir; we shall pay for the drum heads. To whom does the
drum belong?"
"The drummer, I think."
"Very well; thank you."
Phil hastily withdrew from the cabin and hurried back to his
own stateroom.
"Teddy," he said, "I want seven-fifty from you.
Pages:
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195