"The wagon isn't loaded yet. You'll have to wait half an hour or
so," he said.
They thanked him and went on in the direction indicated, where
they soon found that which they were in search of.
"I think we had better wait here until it is loaded," advised
Phil, throwing himself down on the ground.
"This having to hunt around over a ten-acre lot for your bedroom
every night isn't as much fun as you would think, is it?" grinned
Teddy.
"Might be worse. I have an idea we haven't begun to experience
the real hardships of the circus life." And indeed they had not.
Soon after that the wagon was loaded, and, bidding the driver a
cheery good night, the circus boys tumbled in and crawled under
the canvas.
They were awakened sometime before daylight by a sudden heavy
downpour of rain. The boys were soaked to the skin, the water
having run in under the canvas until they were lying in a puddle
of water.
There was thunder and lightning. Phil scrambled out first and
glanced up at the driver, who, clothed in oilskins, was huddled
on his seat fast asleep. He did not seem to be aware that there
was anything unusual about the weather.
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