"I wish I was home," growled Teddy.
"Well, I don't. Bad as it is, it's better than some other things
that I know of. I'll tell you what I'll do--I'll get rubber
coats for us both when we get in in the morning."
"Got the money?"
"That's so. I had forgotten that," laughed Phil. "I never
thought that I should need money to buy a coat with. We'll have
to wait until payday. I wonder when that is?"
"Ask Mr. Sparling."
"No; I would rather not."
"All right; get wet then."
"I am. I couldn't be any more so were I to jump in the mill pond
at home," laughed Phil.
Home! It seemed a long way off to these two friendless, or at
least homeless, boys, though the little village of Edmeston was
less than thirty miles away.
The show did not get in to the next town until sometime after
daylight, owing to the heavy condition of the roads. The cook
tent was up when they arrived and the lads lost no time in
scrambling from the wagon. They did not have to be thrown out
this morning.
"Come on," shouted Phil, making a run for the protection of the
cook tent, for the rain was coming down in sheets.
Teddy was not far behind.
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