"
"No, sir; we couldn't say," added Teddy, nodding.
Mr. Sparling turned a cold eye upon Tucker.
"I haven't asked for remarks from you, young man. When I do you
may answer."
Teddy subsided for the moment.
"But, had it been anyone you knew, you must have recognized
their voices."
"They didn't say a word. Just pitched into us savagely. I think
they might have done us serious injury had we not defended
ourselves pretty well."
"It occurs to me that you were rather roughly handled as it was,"
said the showman, with a suspicion of a grin on his face.
"Doctor fixed you up, I suppose?"
"Oh, no; it wasn't so bad as that."
"Have you any suspicion--do you think it was any of the
show people?" demanded Mr. Sparling, eyeing Phil penetratingly.
"I don't know. Here is a button I got from the coat of one of
the men. That may serve to identify him if he is one of our men.
I haven't had a chance to look around this morning."
The showman quickly stretched forth his hand for the button,
which he examined curiously.
"And here's a collar, too," chuckled Teddy.
"A collar? Where did you get that, young man?"
"Oh, I just yanked it off the other fellow. Guess it hasn't been
to the laundry this season.
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