"It's Phil, it's Phil Forrest!"
A moment more and Mr. James Sparling had clasped his little
Circus Boy about the waist, hugging him delightedly. There was a
suspicious moisture in the eyes of the showman, which he sought
to hide from Phil.
"Phil! Phil! Where have you been?" he cried leading the boy
toward the office tent. "And that uniform--what does it mean?"
"I will tell you all about it as soon as I get my breath,"
laughed the lad.
By this time the others out in front had hurried forward,
showering questions upon the boy, all of which he answered
without giving very much information. He wished to talk with
Mr. Sparling first of all.
"Where is Teddy?" was almost his first question.
"He is in the big top at work."
"I presume he was considerably excited when he missed me, was
he not?"
"Yes, at first, but since then he has not said much. Teddy is
a queer boy."
The word was quickly passed that Phil had returned safe and
sound, and ten minutes after his arrival every man and woman
in the show had heard the news. There was great rejoicing.
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