"I should think it would," mused the boy.
Soon after that Phil went to his wagon and turned in, his mind
still on Signor Navaro, who had been taken to a hospital, where
he was destined to remain for many weeks.
"I guess it doesn't pay, in the long run, to be dishonorable,"
mused the lad as he was dropping off to sleep.
The next morning Phil was up bright and early, very much
refreshed after a good night's rest between his blankets in the
comfortable sleeping wagon. Teddy, however, declared that he
didn't like it. He said he preferred to sleep on a pile of canvas
in the open air, even if he did get wet once in a while.
Later in the morning, after Mr. Sparling had had time to dispose
of his usual rush of morning business, which consisted of hearing
reports from his heads of departments, and giving his orders for
the day, Phil sought out his employer in the little dog tent.
"I'm very sorry about the accident, Mr. Sparling," greeted Phil.
"Yes; it ties up one act. It will be some days before I can get
another team in to take it up, and here we are just beginning to
play the big towns. I have been trying to figure out if there
was not someone in the show who could double in that act and get
away with it," mused the showman.
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