You go tell
Mrs. Waite to fix you up with a suit. But I would prefer to have
you wear your own clothes today."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"I'll tell you why. I telegraphed on to my advance man all about
you last night, and what you did yesterday will be spread all
over town here today. It will be a rattling good advertisement.
You and the tiger are my best drawing cards today," smiled Mr.
Sparling.
"Glad I have proved of some use to you, sir."
"Use? Use?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don't be a fool!" exploded the showman, almost brutally.
Phil's countenance fell.
"Don't you understand, yet, that you already have been worth
several thousand dollars to me?"
"I--I--"
"Well, don't get a swelled head about it, for--"
"There is no danger of that, sir."
"And you don't have to potter around the cook tent working,
either. That is, not unless you want to."
"But, I do, Mr. Sparling. I want to learn everything there is to
be learned about the show business," protested Phil.
Mr. Sparling regarded him quizzically.
"You'll do," he said, turning away.
As soon as the dressing tent had been erected and the baggage was
moved in, Phil hurried to the entrance of the women's dressing
tent and calling for Mrs.
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