"
"It's just the other side of that," said Kennedy. "Church on
this side, blacksmith shop on the other. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering," answered Phil, glancing up
and finding the eyes of Mr. Sparling bent keenly upon him.
The lad rose hastily, went out, and climbing up to the seat of a
long pole wagon, sat down to ponder over the situation. He
remained there until a teamster came to hook to the wagon and
drive it over to be loaded. Then Phil got down, standing about
with hands in his pockets.
He was trying to make up his mind about something.
"Where do we show tomorrow?" he asked of an employee.
"Dobbsville, Ohio. We'll be over the line before daybreak."
"Oh."
The circus tent was rapidly disappearing now. "In another state
in the morning," mused Phil.
One by one the wagons began moving from the circus lot.
"Get aboard the sleeping car," called the driver of the wagon
that Phil and Teddy usually slept in, as he drove past.
"Hey, Phil!" called Teddy, suddenly appearing above the top of
the box.
"Hello, Teddy!"
"What are you standing there for?"
"Perhaps I'm getting the night air," laughed Phil.
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