There is
Mr. Sparling. Come on; run along back to the paddock with me.
I haven't finished talking with you yet."
"Perhaps he may want me," hesitated Phil.
"Nothing very particular. He'll want to have it out with
Mr. Kennedy first. Then, if he wants you, he can go back and
hunt you up, or send for you. Mr. Sparling knows how to send for
people when he wants them, doesn't he?" twinkled Dimples.
"I should say he did," grinned Phil. "He's not bashful. Has my
friend Teddy got back yet?"
"Haven't seen him. Why? Worried about him?"
"Not particularly. He has a habit of taking care of himself
under most circumstances."
Dimples laughed heartily.
"It will take more than a stampede to upset him. He'll make a
showman if he ever settles down to the work in earnest."
"He has settled down, Mrs. Robinson," answered Phil with
some dignity.
"My, my! But you needn't growl about it. I was paying him
a compliment."
Thus she chattered on until they reached the paddock. They had
been there but a few moments before the expected summons for Phil
was brought.
CHAPTER XVI
AN UNEXPECTED PROMOTION
Phil responded rather reluctantly. He would have much preferred
to sit out in the paddock talking circus with Little Dimples.
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