"Came in on the flying squadron. This is a railroad show now,
you know," answered the head steward, after greeting the boys.
"Flying squadron? What's that?" demanded Teddy, interested
at once.
"The flying squadron is the train that goes out first.
It carries the cook tent and other things that will be
needed first. We didn't have that last year. You'll find a lot
of new things, and some that you won't like as well as you did
when we had the old road show. What's your act this year?"
"Same as last."
"Elephant?"
"Yes, and the rings. My friend Teddy I expect will ride the
educated mule again."
While they were talking the steward was preparing a pot of
steaming coffee for them, which he soon handed over to the lads
with a plate of wafers, of which they disposed in short order.
It was broad daylight by this time, and the boys decided to go
out and watch the erection of the tents. It was all new and full
of interest to them. As they caught the odor of trampled grass
and the smell of the canvas their old enthusiasm came back to
them with added force.
"It's great to be a circus man, isn't it, Phil?" breathed Teddy.
"It is unless one is getting into trouble all the time, the way
you do.
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