"
"Oh, that's all right," answered the Circus Boy with a frank,
innocent smile. "I am just learning the business, you know."
"I thought so," nodded the rival. "My name's Tripp--Bob Tripp."
"You been in the business long?"
"Fifteen years, my boy. After you have been in it as long as I
have, you will know every crook and turn, every trick in the
whole show business," said the fellow proudly. "You are a
bright-faced young chap. I should like to have you on my car.
Don't want a job, do you?"
"No, thank you. I am very well satisfied where I am. I can
learn on a Sparling car as well as anywhere else, you know."
"Yes, of course."
The couple stopped at the leading hotel of the town, where the
rival manager ordered a fine breakfast. Phil Forrest was quite
ready for it. He already had done a heavy day's work and he was
genuinely hungry.
"Guess they don't feed you very well with your outfit,"
smiled Tripp.
"Contract hotels, you know," laughed Phil. "I do not get a
chance at a meal like this every day."
"Do the way I do."
"How is that?"
"Feed at the good places and charge it up in your
expense account."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. It would not be right."
"That shows you are new in the business. Get all you can and
keep all you get. That's my way of doing things.
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