"
"With a show?" asked Teddy.
"Yes, with a Kickapoo Indian medicine man. And he was bad
medicine. Say, where can I wash my countenance?"
"Come on; I'll show you," exclaimed Teddy and Phil in the same
breath.
They led the way to the opposite side of the field, where there
was a stream of water. While the circus boy was making his
morning toilet the lads watched him in admiring silence.
"What do you do?" ventured Phil.
"I perform on the rings."
"Up in the air?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ever fall off?"
"I get my bumps," grinned the red-haired boy. "My name is Rodney
Palmer. What's your names?"
They told him.
"We're going to be circus men, too," Teddy informed him, but the
announcement did not seem to stir a deep interest in the circus
boy. He had heard other boys say the same thing. "Is it very
hard work?"
"Worst ever."
"When do you sleep?"
"When we ain't awake."
"And you perform on the flying rings?"
Rodney nodded his head indifferently.
"I should think you'd burn the tent up with that head of red
hair," grinned Teddy.
Instead of getting angry at the boy's thrust, Rodney glanced at
Teddy with a half questioning look in his eyes, then burst out
laughing.
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