Knows more than any man in the show
now, because he has lived longer."
"How old is he?"
"Close to a hundred."
"You don't say?" marveled Teddy. "Hope I'll be able to squeal as
loud as that when I'm a hundred. Has he got a hole through his
trunk?"
"Not that anybody knows of."
"Come on; I want to see the fellow tame the tiger. I missed that
today, because he didn't do it at the afternoon show."
They found Mr. Sparling standing in front of the cage. He, too,
was there to watch the performance.
"This looks to me like ready money," he observed to Phil, nodding
his head toward the people who were crowding into the tent.
"Mr. Forrest, will you ride Emperor in again tonight? I think
that's one of the reasons they have come here," said the showman,
shrewdly grasping the least thing that would tend to popularize
his show.
"Certainly, sir. I shall enjoy it very much."
They now turned their attention to the cage where the trainer had
begun with the savage tiger.
"Bengal is in an ugly temper about something tonight," announced
Mr. Sparling in a low tone. "Better be careful, Bob," he
cautioned, after having stepped up close to the cage.
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