"Where's that fool boy?" he bellowed. "Where is he, I say?"
"Here he is," answered the plaintive voice of Teddy Tucker.
"Come out of that!"
"I can't. I'm stuck fast."
The showman jerked him out with scant ceremony, while Teddy began
pulling pieces of the trunk tray out of his clothes.
"Do you want to put my show out of business? What do you think
this is--a cowboy picnic? I'll fire you. I'll--"
"Better fire the mule. I couldn't stop him," answered the boy.
By this time the performers, after making sure that the mule had
gone, were creeping back.
"I'll cut that act out. I'll have the mule shot. I'll--
Get out of here, before I take you over my knee and give you
what you deserve."
"I'm off," grinned Teddy, ducking under the canvas.
He was seen no more about the dressing tent until just before it
was time to go on for the evening performance.
CHAPTER X
HIS FIRST BAREBACK LESSON
"Where's that boy?"
"He'll catch it if he ever dares show his face in this dressing
tent again."
This and other expressions marked the disapproval of the
performers of the manner in which their enclosure had been
entered and disrupted.
"Don't blame him; blame the mule," advised Mr.
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