I expect that, some of these days, you'll get something
you don't want."
"What?"
"Oh, I don't know. But I am sure it will be something
quite serious."
"You better look out for yourself," growled Teddy. "I'll take
care of myself."
"Yes; the way you did last night," retorted Phil, with a
hearty laugh. "Come on, now; let's not quarrel. I want to find
some of our old friends. Isn't that Mr. Miaco over there by the
dressing tent?"
"Sure."
Both lads ran toward their old friend, the head clown, with
outstretched hands, and Mr. Miaco, seeing them coming, hastened
forward to greet them.
"Well, well, boys! How are you?"
"Oh, we're fine," glowed Phil. "And we are glad to be back
again, let me tell you."
"No more so than your old friends are to have you back.
Same old act?"
"Yes."
"What have you boys been doing this winter?"
"Studying and exercising."
"Yes; I knew, from your condition, that you have been keeping up
your work. Got anything new?"
"Not much. Trapeze."
"Good! I'll bet you will be in some of the flying-bar acts
before the season is over. We have a lot of swell performers
this season."
"So I have heard. Who are some of them?"
"Well, there's the Flying Four.
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