I was the second man in a ring act. Made good money and saved
most of it. Why didn't you join out for the vaudeville?"
"We spent our winter at school," answered Phil.
"That's a good stunt at that. In the tank town, I suppose?"
grinned the red-haired boy.
"You might call it that, but it's a pretty good town, just the
same," replied Phil. "I saw many worse ones while we were out
last season."
"And you'll see a lot more this season. Wait till we get to
playing some of those way-back western towns. I was out there
with a show once, and I know what I'm talking about. Where are
you berthed?"
"I don't know," answered Phil. "Where are you?"
"Car number fourteen. Haven't seen the old man, then?"
"Mr. Sparling? No. And I want to see him at once. Where shall
I find him?"
"He was here half an hour ago. Maybe he's in his office."
"Where is that?"
"Private car number one. Yes; the old man has his own elegant
car this season. He's living high, I tell you. No more sleeping
out in an old wagon that has no springs. It will be great to get
into a real bed every night, won't it?"
Teddy shook his head doubtfully.
"I don't know 'bout that."
"I should think it would be pretty warm on a hot night,"
nodded Phil.
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