"
"Yes, sir; I'll be good."
"Now, you boys had better run along and make your preparations.
You may take your supper in the cook tent tonight if you wish.
But you will have to be on hand promptly, as they take down the
cook tent first of all."
"Thank you; we will," answered Phil.
"What act--what do I perform?" questioned Teddy, swelling with
pride.
"Perform?"
"Yes."
"Ho, ho, ho!"
"I'm going to be a performer and wear pink pants, ain't I?"
"A performer? Oh, that's too good. Yes, my son, you shall be a
performer. How would you like to be a juggler?"
"Fine!"
"Then, I think I'll let you juggle the big coffeepot in the cook
tent for the edification of the hungry roustabouts," grinned Mr.
Sparling.
"What do I do?"
"Do, young man--do?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why, you stand by the coffee boiler in the cook tent, and when
you hear a waiter bawl 'Draw one,' at the same time throwing a
pitcher at you from halfway across the tent, you catch the
pitcher and have it filled and ready for him by the time he gets
to you."
"Do I throw the pitcherful of coffee back at him?" questioned
Teddy innocently.
"You might, but you wouldn't be apt to try it a second time.
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