We got into the
wrong berth."
"Here's another wagon, Phil. They're just hitching the horses.
Let's try this."
"All right, it's a canvas wagon. Go ahead, we'll try it."
"I've tried one wagon. It's your turn now," growled Teddy.
"I guess you're right. If I get thrown out you catch me the same
as I did you," laughed Phil.
"Yes, you _caught_ me, didn't you?"
Phil climbed up, but with more caution than Teddy had exercised
in the case of the band wagon.
"Anybody living in this bedroom tonight?" questioned Phil of the
driver.
"Guess you are. First come first served. Pile in. You're the
kid that rode the bull, ain't you?"
"And twisted the tiger's tail," added Teddy.
"All right. Probably some others will be along later, but I'll
see to it that they don't throw you out."
"Thank you. Come on up, Teddy; it's all right."
Teddy Tucker hastily scrambled up into the wagon which proved to
be a canvas wagon--an open wagon, over which a canvas cover was
stretched in case of storm only.
"Where's the bed clothes?" demanded Teddy.
"I guess the skies will have to be our quilts tonight," answered
Phil.
The boys succeeded in crawling down between the folds of the
canvas, however, and, snuggling close together, settled down for
their first night on the road with a circus.
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