"
"So the Strongest Man on Earth had to wait, eh?" questioned the
showman with an amused smile.
"Yes. Teddy was threatening to thrash him if he did not keep off
until he got his shoes on."
Mr. Sparling leaned back, laughing heartily.
"Your friend Teddy is getting to be a very belligerent young man,
I fear."
"_Getting_ to be?"
"Yes."
"It is my opinion that he always has been. Teddy can stir up
more trouble, and with less provocation, than anyone I ever knew.
But, you had something you wished to say to me, did you not?"
"To be sure I had. Something quite important. Have you had
your lunch?"
"No; I came directly to the train from the lot."
"I am glad of that. I thought you would, so I ordered supper
for two spread in the dining compartment. It must be ready
by this time. Come. We will talk and eat at the same time.
We have no need to hurry."
The showman and the Circus Boy made their way to the dining
compartment, where a small table had been spread for them, which,
with its pretty china, cut glass and brightly polished silver,
made a very attractive appearance.
"This looks good to me," smiled Phil appreciatively.
"Especially on a night like this," answered Mr. Sparling.
"Be seated, and we will talk while we are waiting for supper
to be served."
Readers of the preceding volumes of this series will need
no introduction to Phil Forrest and Teddy Tucker.
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