He was
busy eating.
"How's your appetite this morning, Teddy?" questioned Phil,
sinking down on the bench beside his companion.
"Pretty fair," answered Teddy in a muffled voice. "I began at
the top--"
"Top of what?"
"Top of the bill of fare. I've cleaned up everything halfway
down the list, and I'm going through the whole bill, even if I
have to get up and shake myself down like the miller does a bag
of meal."
"Be careful, old chap. Remember you and I have to begin our real
work today. We shall want to be in the best of shape for our
ring act. You won't, if you fill up as you are doing now,"
warned Phil.
"Not going to work today."
"What's that?"
"No flying rings today."
"I don't understand."
"No flying rings, I said. Mr. Sparling isn't going to put on our
act today."
"How do you know?" asked Phil in some surprise.
"Heard him say so."
"When?"
"Just now."
"Why, I came in with him myself less than ten minutes ago--"
"I know. He stopped right in front of my table here to speak to
the ringmaster. Heard him say you were not to be allowed to go
on till tomorrow. We don't have to go in the parade today if we
don't want to, either. But you are to ride Emperor in the
Grand Entry, and I'm to do my stunt on the educated mule.
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