Entering the paddock they turned sharply to the left and pushed
their way through the canvas curtains into the dressing tent.
"Hurrah for the Circus Boys," shouted someone. "Hello Samson,
are you the strong-armed man that held the tent up by your feet?"
"Strong-footed man, you mean," suggested another. "A
strong-armed
man uses his arms not his feet."
"Come over here and show yourself," shouted another voice.
Phil walked over and stood smilingly before them. Nothing seemed
to disturb his persistent good nature.
"Huh, not so much! I guess they stretched that yarn," grunted
a new performer.
"I guess not," interposed Mr. Miaco. "I happened to see that
stunt pulled off myself. It was the biggest thing I ever saw
a man--let alone a boy--get away with." Then Mr. Miaco went over
the scene with great detail, while Phil stole away to his own
corner, where he busied himself bending over his trunk to hide
his blushes.
But Teddy felt no such emotion. Almost as soon as he entered the
dressing tent he began searching about for something. This he
soon found. It was a pail, but he appeared to be in a hurry.
Picking up the pail he ran with it to the water barrel, that
always stands in the dressing tent, filled the pail and skulked
out as if he did not desire to attract attention.
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