"There, I guess I have earned my breakfast," decided the lad,
dropping off near the spot where he had cast his shoes.
"You bet you have, little pardner. You jest come over to the
house and fill up on salt pork and sauerkraut. You kin stay all
summer if you want to. Hungry?"
"So hungry that, if my collar were loose, it would be falling
down over my feet," grinned the lad.
CHAPTER XXI
WHEN THE CRASH CAME
There was rejoicing on the part of his fellows, and relief in
the heart of Mr. Sparling when, along toward noon next day,
Phil Forrest came strolling on the circus lot at St. Joseph.
His friends, the farmers, had not only given him food and
lodging, but had advanced him enough money for his fare through
to join the show. His first duty was to get some money from
Mr. Sparling and send it back to his benefactors.
This done, Phil repaired to the owner's tent where he knew Mr.
Sparling was anxiously waiting to hear what had happened to him.
Phil went over the circumstances in detail, while Mr. Sparling
listened gravely at first, then with rising color as his
anger increased.
"It's Red Larry!" decided Mr. Sparling, with an emphasizing blow
of his fist on the desk before him.
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