I hope so,
don't you, Teddy?"
"I think I would rather find my egg than have most anything else
just now."
"Oh, hang your egg! There goes my cue. I must get out, now.
Bye, bye. You are a lucky boy not to have to work on this
hot night."
Phil waved his hand and tripped out into the arena. A few
minutes later he was soaring through the air with the
gracefulness and ease of a bird on the wing.
The boys did not meet again until bedtime, for Phil had turned
in immediately upon reaching the boat. Teddy, of course, was
the last one to go to bed, but he was soon asleep after
reaching there.
Phil, on the contrary, had lain awake for some hours, thinking.
He was still seeking a solution to the mystery that had been
disturbing them almost from the beginning of the season.
Twice had an effort been made to do him serious injury at least.
Who could have taken so violent a dislike to him as to wish to
cause his death? There seemed to be no answer to the question.
"I can think of no one, unless it is Diaz," muttered the boy.
"Yet he surely was not one of those who were plotting out on the
lot that night.
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