"Why?"
"I never stirred up as much roughhouse as you did this morning.
You had better take some of that advice to yourself."
Phil laughed good-naturedly.
"I shall have to admit the impeachment," he said.
It seemed, however, as if the Sparling shows could not get
along without exciting incidents happening at least once in
twenty-four hours. They appeared to follow the Circus Boys,
too, like a plague. It is likely that, had they not followed
the boys, Teddy Tucker would have gone out hunting for them.
The next morning something else occurred that was not a part of
the daily routine. The boats were late and the next stand was
not yet in sight, so the band had not been called to work as
early as on the previous morning. The bandsmen were just
rousing themselves, in response to raps on their cabin doors,
when they heard rapid footsteps on the deck, and excited shouts
from several voices.
Teddy and Phil awakened at about the same time, having been
disturbed by the unusual sounds.
"Now, what is the trouble?" exclaimed Phil.
"Something is going on, and here I am in bed," answered Teddy,
tumbling out and throwing open the blinds.
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