"This is a kind of farewell appearance, you know," grinned
Kennedy. And so the audience took it.
The lad's former companions shouted all manner of things to him.
"Good-bye, Phil!"
"Don't stick your head in the lion's mouth."
"Be careful when you twist the tiger's tail. Better put some
salt on it before you do."
"We'll look out for Uncle Abner."
Phil was grinning broadly as he rode back into the menagerie
tent. Everybody in town now knew that he had joined the circus,
which brought forth a variety of comments. Some said it would be
the end of the boy, but Phil Forrest knew that a boy could behave
himself with a circus just as well as in any other occupation,
and so far as his observations went, the circus people were much
better than some folks he knew at home.
No sooner had they gotten into the menagerie tent than a sudden
bustle and excitement were apparent. Confused shouts were heard
on all sides. Teams, fully harnessed, were being led into the
tent, quarter-poles were coming down without regard to where they
struck, everybody appearing to have gone suddenly crazy.
"They're striking the tent," nodded Mr.
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