"
Teddy had not happened to observe the simple mechanical
arrangement that had permitted the young circus performer to
carry out his flying act.
"I reckon you ought to get a dollar a day for that stunt,"
decided Teddy.
"Yes, I think so myself," grinned Phil.
Teddy now turned his attention to Mr. Miaco, who, made up for his
clown act in the ring, presented a most grotesque appearance.
"How do I look?" asked the clown, noting the lad's observant
gaze.
"You look as if you'd stuck your head in a flour barrel," grunted
Teddy.
"Ho ho," laughed the clown. "I'll have to try that on the
audience. That's a good joke. To look at you, one wouldn't think
it of you, either."
"Oh, that's nothing. I can say funnier things than that when I
want to. Why--"
But their conversation was cut short by the band striking up the
tune to which Mr. Miaco always entered the ring.
"Listen to me, kid. You'll hear them laugh when I tell 'em the
story," he called back. And they did. The audience roared when
the funny man told them what his young friend had said.
His work for the day having been finished, Phil bethought himself
of his trunk, which had not yet been packed.
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