"This will do you good," said Teddy, dashing the pail of water
over the manager's head. "That's the way you brought me back
when I got pasted up last night."
The Circus Boy ducked back to the platform and sat down to
await developments. They were not long in arriving. The instant
Snowden got the flour out of his eyes sufficiently to enable him
to see he began blinking in all directions.
Finally his eyes rested on Teddy Tucker, who was perched on a
brake wheel observing the manager's discomfiture.
"You!" exploded the manager. Grabbing up the paddle used for the
purpose of stirring paste he started for the Circus Boy.
Teddy promptly slid from the brake wheel and quickly got to the
other side of the car. Snowden was after him with an angry roar,
brandishing the paddle above his head.
"I knew it would blow up a storm pretty soon," muttered the lad,
making a lively sprint as the manager came rushing around the end
of the car. The chase was on, but Teddy Tucker was much more
fleet of foot than was his pursuer, besides which his years of
training in the circus ring had put him in condition for a
long race.
Around and around the car they ran, the porter watching them,
big-eyed and apprehensive, but Teddy kept his pursuer at a
distance without great effort.
After a short time the lad varied his tactics.
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