"Teddy, isn't it about time you and I went to bed?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Circus people sleep when there isn't anything
else to do. Where we going to sleep?"
"Same place, I presume, if no one gets ahead of us."
"They'd better not. I'll throw them out if they do."
Phil laughed good-naturedly.
"If I remember correctly, somebody was thrown out last night and
this morning, but it didn't happen to be the other fellow. I'm
hungry; wish I had something to eat."
"So am I," agreed Teddy.
"You boys should get a sandwich or so and keep the stuff in your
trunk while we are playing these country towns. When we get into
the cities, where they have restaurants, you can get a lunch
downtown after you have finished your act and then be back in
time to go out with the wagons," Mr. Miaco informed them.
"You'll pick up these little tricks as we go along, and it won't
be long before you are full-fledged showmen. You are pretty near
that point already."
The lads strolled out on the lot and began hunting for their
wagon. They found nothing that looked like it for sometime and
had about concluded that the canvas wagon had gone, when they
chanced to come across the driver of the previous night, who
directed them to where they would find it.
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