"I knew you would be," smiled the showman.
"Where will you send me, and what am I to do?" asked Phil,
now growing interested in the prospect of the change.
"I have decided to send you out on Advertising Car Number Three.
That is the busiest car of the three in advance of the show.
You ask what you are to do. I will answer--_everything!_"
"Car Three," mused the Circus Boy.
"Yes; it is in charge of Mr. Snowden," continued the showman with
a twinkle in his eyes, but which Phil in his preoccupation failed
to observe. "I am thinking that Snowden will give you all you
want to do, and perhaps a little more."
"When do you wish me to join?"
"At once."
"Now?"
"You may start as soon as you are ready."
"I am ready, now," replied the lad promptly.
"I did not mean for you to leave in quite such a hurry as that,"
laughed Mr. Sparling. "Besides, this is rather a bad night to
make a change. Take your time, get your things in shape, and
leave when you get ready."
"Does Mr. Snowden know I am to join him?"
"Yes; I have already written him to that effect--that is, I told
him you probably would join at an early day."
"Where is Car Three now?"
Mr. Sparling consulted his route card.
"It is in Madison, Wisconsin, today. This car keeps about
four weeks ahead of the show, you know.
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