I was on my
way to my train, in the railroad yards, when I was knocked out
and thrown into that car."
"You with a circus?" The men regarded him in a new light.
"Yes; why not?"
This caused them to laugh. Plainly they did not believe him.
Nor did Phil care much whether they did or not.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Church time."
He knew that, for he could hear the bells ringing off in the
village to the east of them.
"I'll tell you what, sirs; I have got to have some breakfast.
If any of you will be good enough to give me a meal I shall be
glad to do whatever you may wish to pay for it. Then, if I
cannot find the telegraph operator, I shall have to stay over
until I do."
"What do you want the telegraph man for?"
"I want to wire the show for some money to get back with.
I've got to be there tomorrow, in time for the show. I must do
it, if I have to run all the way."
The men were impressed by his story in spite of themselves;
yet they were loath to believe that this slender lad, much the
worse for wear, could belong to the organization he had named.
"What do you do in the show?"
"I perform on the flying rings, ride the elephant and ride
bareback in the ring.
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