"How'd you sleep?"
"Fine. Is there no one you can think of who could fill the bill,
Mr. Sparling?"
"No; that's the rub. You know of anyone?"
"How about myself."
"What?"
Mr. Sparling surveyed the lad in surprised inquiry.
"I think I can make a pretty fair showing on the rings. Of
course, if Signor Navaro gets well and comes back, I shall be
glad to give the act back to him. I know something about the
flying rings."
"Young man, is there anything in this show that you can't do?"
demanded Mr. Sparling, with an attempt at sternness.
"A great many things, sir. Then, again, there are some others
that I have confidence enough in myself to believe I can do. You
see, I have been practicing on the rings ever since I joined
out."
"But you are only one. We shall need two performers," objected
the owner.
"Teddy Tucker has been working with me. He is fully as good on
the flying rings as I am, if not better."
"H-m-m-m!" mused the showman. "Come over to the big top and
let's see what you really can do," he said, starting up.
Phil ran in search of Teddy and in a few minutes the two boys
appeared in the arena, ready for the rehearsal.
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