Phil did not give it a second thought, however, until suddenly
Teddy gave his arm a violent pinch.
"What is it?"
"See those fellows sitting there?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"One of them is the fellow who ducked me under the water tank
back at Germantown."
"You don't say? Which one?"
"Fellow with the red hair. I heard them call him Larry as I
passed, or I might not have noticed him particularly. His hair
is redder than Rod Palmer's. I should think it would set him
on fire."
"It certainly would seem so."
"Mister Larry has got something coming to him good and proper,
and he's going to get it, you take my word for that."
Phil laughed good naturedly.
"Please, now, Teddy, forget it. Don't go and get into any
more mix-ups. You'll be sending yourself back home first thing
you know. Then it will be a difficult matter to get into any
other show if you are sent away from this one in disgrace."
"Don't you worry about me. I'll take care of myself. I always
do, don't I?"
"I'm afraid I can't agree to that," laughed Phil. "I should say
that quite the contrary is the case."
Teddy fell suddenly silent as they walked on in the bright
morning light, drinking in the balmy air in long-drawn breaths.
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