"
"What'll I do with all that money?"
"Do what I'm going to do--get an education."
"What, and leave the show business? No, siree!"
"I didn't mean that. You can go to school between seasons. I
don't intend to leave the show business, but I'm going to know
something besides that."
"Well, I guess it would be a good idea," reflected Teddy.
"Will you do it?"
"Yes; I'll do it," he nodded.
"Good for you! We'll own a show of our own, one of these days.
You mark me, Teddy," glowed Phil.
"Of our own?" marveled Teddy, his face wreathing in smiles. "Say,
wouldn't that be great?"
"I think so. Have you been practicing on the rings since I
left?"
"No."
"That's too bad. You and I will begin tomorrow. We ought to be
pretty expert on the flying rings in a few weeks, if I don't get
hurt again," added the boy, a shadow flitting across his face.
"Then, you'd better begin by taking some bends," suggested Mr.
Miaco, who, approaching, had overheard Phil's remark.
"Bends?" questioned Teddy
"What are they?" wondered Phil. "Oh, I know. I read about them
in the papers. It's an attack that fellows working in a tunnel
get when they're digging under a river.
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