"
"O Mr. Sparling," exclaimed Phil, after others had relieved them
on the rope.
"Yes? What is it?"
"I have been wanting to see you, to ask what you wish us to do
tonight--where we are to travel?"
"You may sleep in my wagon. I'll take a horse for tonight."
"I could not think of doing such a thing. No, Mr. Sparling, if I
am to be a circus man, I want to do just as the rest of them do.
Where do the other performers sleep?"
"Wherever they can find places. Some few of the higher paid ones
have berths in wagons. Others sleep in the band wagon. The
rest, I guess, don't sleep at all, except after we get into a
town. The menagerie outfit will be leaving town very soon now.
You may go through with them if you wish."
"If you do not object, I think I should prefer to remain until
the rest of the show goes out."
"Suit yourself."
Mr. Sparling understood how the lads felt, and perhaps it would
be better to let them break in at once, he reasoned. They would
become seasoned much sooner.
The tent was taken down and packed away in the wagons in an
almost incredibly short time.
"Come on; let's go into the circus tent and see what's going on
there," suggested Teddy.
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