They asked him all manner of
questions, which the lad answered gladly, for even though he had
suffered a severe accident, he was not beyond enjoying the
admiration of his fellows.
"It must be great to be a circus boy," marveled one.
"It is until you fall off and crack your head," laughed Phil.
"It's not half so funny then."
After returning to his room that day Phil pondered deeply over
the accident. He could not understand it.
"Nobody seems to know what really did happen," he mused. "Dr.
Irvine says the wire broke. That doesn't seem possible."
Off in the little dog tent of the owner of the show, Mr. James
Sparling, on the day following the accident, was asking himself
almost the same questions.
He sent for Mr. Kennedy after having disposed of his early
morning business. There was a scowl on the owner's face, but it
had not been caused by the telegram which lay on the desk before
him, informing him that Phil was not seriously hurt. That was a
source of keen satisfaction to the showman, for he felt that he
could not afford to lose the young circus boy.
Teddy was so upset over it, however, that the boss had about made
up his mind to let Phil's companion go back and join him.
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