There was no use "crying over spilled milk," as Phil
told himself.
The lad spent the next hour in tramping over the town where the
circus was to show that day. He sought everywhere for Red,
but not a sign of the fellow was to be found.
As soon as the parade was over Phil hastened back to the lot to
acquaint Mr. Sparling with what he suspected.
"Do you know," said Phil, "I believe that fellow and his
companion are riding on one of our trains every night?"
"What?" exclaimed the showman.
"You'll find I'm right when the truth is known. Then there's
something else. There have been a lot of complaints about
sneak thieves in the towns we have visited since Red left us.
You can't tell. There may be some connection between these
robberies and his following the show. I'm going to get Larry
before I get through with this chase."
"Be careful, Phil. He is a bad man. You know what to expect
from him if he catches you again."
"I am not afraid. I'll take care of myself if I see him coming.
The trouble is that Red doesn't go after a fellow that way."
Phil went on in his three acts as usual that afternoon,
after having spent an hour at the front door taking tickets,
to which task he had assigned himself soon after his talk with
Mr.
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