"All right, if I see you I'll swing my hand to you," Rodney
replied, starting for the cook tent, where the meals were served
to the show people.
"Now, I'm going to see that boss canvasman," announced Phil.
"See, they are laying the pieces of the tents flat on the ground.
I suppose they fasten them all together when they get them
placed, then raise them up on the poles."
"I guess so. I don't care much so long as I don't have to do
it."
"Teddy Tucker, actually you are the laziest boy I ever knew. Why
don't you brace up?"
"Don't I have just as good a time and better, than you do?"
"Guess you do."
"Don't I get just as much to eat?"
"I presume so," admitted Phil.
"Don't I see all the shows that come to town, and go to all the
picnics?"
"Yes."
"Then, what's the use of being any more'n lazy?"
Teddy's logic was too much for his companion, and Phil laughed
heartily.
"Look, the elephant is butting one of the wagons," cried Teddy.
"No, they are using the elephant to push the cage around in
place. I wonder what's in it," said Phil.
A roar that fairly made the ground shake answered Phil's
question. The cage in question held a lion, and a big, ugly one
if his voice was any indication.
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