Reaching the dressing tent, the mock policemen let the air out
of the rubber ball, whereat Teddy sat down heavily in a pail
of water.
The performers danced around Tucker, singing an improvised song
about the human football. Gradually the angry scowl on the face
of the Circus Boy relaxed into a broad grin.
"How do you like being a clown now?" jeered the Iron-Jawed Man.
"Yes; how does it feel to be a football?" questioned another.
"I guess you got even with me that time," answered Teddy
good-naturedly. "But say, that's easy compared with riding
the educated mule."
CHAPTER XIII
DUCKED BY AN ELEPHANT
The great white billows of the Sparling Combined Shows were
moving steadily across the continent. The receipts had exceeded
Mr. Sparling's most sanguine expectations, and he was in great
good humor.
Only one unpleasant incident had happened and that occurred at
Franklin, Indiana. Phil and Teddy, while on their way to their
car after the performance late at night, had been set upon by two
men and quite severely beaten, though both lads had given a good
account of themselves and finally driven off their assailants.
They did not report their experience to Mr. Sparling until the
next morning, having gone directly to their car and put
themselves to bed after having been fixed up with plasters and
bandages by some of their companions.
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