"
"You came pretty close to it Saturday night."
"And I wasn't so far from it last night either," laughed the boy.
"Going to be able to save the accommodation car?"
"No, it's a hopeless wreck."
"You probably will not put on another this season then?"
"What would you suggest?"
"I should not think it would be advisable. Most of the people go
downtown, anyway, to get their lunch after the show."
"Exactly. That's the way it appeared to me, but I wanted to get
your point of view." It was not that the owner had not made up
his mind, but that he wanted to get Phil Forrest's mind working
from the point of view of the manager and owner of a circus,
seeing in Phil, as he did, the making of a future great showman.
All at once their conversation was disturbed by a great uproar at
the further end of the tent, near where Teddy sat.
Two midgets, arguing the question as to which of them was the
Smallest Man in the World, had become so heated that they fell to
pummeling each other with their tiny fists.
Instantly the tent was in confusion, and with one accord
the performers and freaks gathered around to watch the
miniature battle.
A waiter in his excitement, stepped in a woodchuck hole, spilling
a bowl of steaming hot soup down the Fat Woman's neck.
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