"
"We will take care of you. Never mind about the pay."
"By the way, where is your next landing place?"
"Memphis."
Phil gave a low whistle.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Corinth, I believe is the stand we show at tomorrow."
"That's not far from Memphis. We will land you at Memphis
in the morning and you can take a train back, getting you to
Corinth in plenty of time for your show. I will see that you
have a ticket."
"Thank you ever so much. You are very kind."
The Circus Boy was put to bed and in a few minutes he was sound
asleep, thus far not much the worse for his thrilling experience,
though he was completely exhausted, as he realized after he had
tucked himself in his berth.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE ROMAN CHARIOT RACES
It was late when the Circus Boy awoke next morning. A steward
rapped at the door and a suit of officer's clothes, brass buttons
and all was handed in to him.
"With the captain's compliments, sir," said the steward.
"He hopes it will fit you. When you are ready, you will
please come to the saloon for breakfast.
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