Kennedy approved of what had been done thus far.
According to programme, after the afternoon show had been
finished and all the performers had gone to the cook tent the
rehearsal took place in the menagerie tent. Faithful to his
promise, Mr. Sparling kept away, but a pair of eyes representing
him was peering through a pin-hole in the canvas stretched across
the main opening where the ticket takers stood when at work.
"That's great, kid! Great, you bet!" shouted Mr. Kennedy after a
successful trial of their new apparatus.
With light heart, an expansive grin overspreading his
countenance, the lad ran to the cook tent for his supper. He
came near missing it as it was, for the cook was about to close
the tent. Mr. Sparling, who was standing near the exit, nodded to
the chief steward to give Phil and Mr. Kennedy their suppers.
"Well, did the rehearsal fall down?" he asked, with a quizzical
smile on his face.
"It fell down, but not in the way you think," laughed Phil
happily.
No further questions were asked of him.
That night, when the grand entry opened the show to a packed
house, a shout of laughter from the great assemblage greeted the
entrance of old Emperor.
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