I'll take all the
freshness out of you. The flour is in the cellar."
"In the cellar?"
"That's what I said. Go down and get it out. You will require
about a sack and a half for each can. That will be about right
for a can of paste. Henry will show you how much bluestone to
put in. But be careful of that boiler. I don't want the car
blown up."
The manager strode away to his office, while Teddy, red and
perspiring, went about his work. He was much more meek than
usual, and this very fact, had the manager known him better,
would have impressed Mr. Snowden as a suspicious circumstance.
Instead of the usual pink tights with spangled trunks, Teddy
Tucker was now clad in a pair of blue jeans, held up by pieces of
string reaching up over his shoulders. His was now a far
different figure from that presented by him in the ring of the
Sparling Shows.
After dumping the flour into the cans, in doing which Teddy took
his time, he attached a hose pipe to the boiler, under the
direction of Henry. Next he filled the cans with water and was
then ready to turn on the steam to boil the paste.
Teddy was about to do this when Mr. Snowden appeared on
the scene. He looked over the cans critically, but observing
nothing that he could find fault with, he got a stick and
began poking in the bottom of one of the cans, thinking he had
discovered that more flour had been used than was necessary.
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