" A few minutes more and you would have been in a
police station. I can imagine how pleased Mr. Sparling would
have been to hear that."
Teddy hung his head.
"Your clothes are a sight, too. How did--what happened?
Did you fall in a creek, or something of that sort?"
The lad explained briefly how he had been captured by the two men
and ducked under the standpipe of the water tank.
"But I soaked him, too," Tucker added triumphantly." And I'm
going to soak him again. The first man I come across whose name
is Larry is going to get it from me," threatened the lad, shaking
his fist angrily.
"You come over to the sleeper with me and get into some decent
looking clothes. I'm ashamed of you, Teddy Tucker."
"So am I," grinned the boy as they turned to go, Phil leading
the way to the car number eleven, from which the performers
were beginning to straggle, rubbing their eyes and
stretching themselves.
The change of clothing having been made, the lads started for the
lot, hoping that they might find the old coffee stand and have a
cup before breakfast. To their surprise, upon arriving at the
lot, they found the cook tent up and the breakfast cooking.
"Why, how did you ever get this tent here and up so quickly?"
asked Phil after they had greeted their old friend of the
cook tent.
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