And he kept his word faithfully.
"Maybe. I reckon Barnum & Bailey will be wanting us first thing
we know," answered Teddy.
"We shall be lucky if we hold on to the job we have already. Did
Mr. Sparling say what he would pay you?"
"No, he didn't think of that--at least I didn't. Did he tell you
how much you were going to get?"
Phil nodded.
"How much?"
"I don't think I had better say," answered the lad doubtfully.
"If you ask him and he tells you, of course that will be all
right. I shall be glad to do so then. It isn't that I don't want
you to know, you understand, but it might be better business,
just now, to say nothing about it," added Phil, with a wisdom far
beyond his years.
"Dark secret, eh?" jeered Teddy Tucker.
"No; there's no secret about it. It is just plain business,
that's all."
"Business! Huh! Who ever heard of a circus being business?"
"You'll find business enough when you get in, Teddy Tucker."
"Don't believe it. It's just good fun and that's all."
They had reached the circus lot by this time and were now making
their way to Mr. Sparling's tent.
"We have come to report, sir," announced Phil, entering the tent
with Teddy close behind him.
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