Phil nodded.
"You don't seem to be very much surprised."
"I'm not. I think I know what you mean."
"You do? What for instance?"
"The cutting of those ropes tonight," smiled Phil.
"You know that?"
The lad nodded again, but this time with more emphasis.
"Is there anything that goes on in this outfit that you do not
know about?"
"Oh, I presume so. If I hadn't chanced to walk over a place
where there should have been a guy rope I probably never should
have discovered what had been done."
"I'll bet you would," answered the owner, gazing at the
lad admiringly.
"It is fortunate for us that we did not have a wind storm during
the evening."
"Fortunate for the audience, I should say. Nothing could have
held the tent with those ropes gone. It showed that the cordage
had been cut by someone very familiar with the canvas. Almost a
breath of wind would have caused the whole big top to collapse,
and then a lot of people might have been killed. Well, the
season is almost at an end now. If we are lucky we shall soon be
out of it."
"All the more reason for getting the fellow at once,"
nodded Phil.
"Why?"
"After a few days we shall be closing, and then we shall not get
an opportunity.
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