Part 21 (2/2)
”You'll find out whether it is or not.”
”I shall not be with you that long. Now that I have admitted that I have been connected with the Sparling show, what do you think my employer will do when he finds I am missing?”
”Nothing.”
”I rather guess he will do something. Wait.”
”When does he expect you back?”
Phil looked at the showman, laughing.
”Did I mention that I was expected? I said that when he missed me there would be an inquiry, and there will.”
”Little good that will do him,” growled the showman.
”Then you don't know James Sparling.”
”How'll he know you are here?”
”Trust him to find out, and then--wow! There will be an explosion that you can hear on the other side of the St. Lawrence. Do I take a walk for my health after breakfast?”
”You do.”
”Thank you.”
”To the other end of the car, to the linen closet, where you are to stay until--”
”Until what?” questioned Phil sharply.
”Until you tell me what I want to know.”
”What is it that you wish to know?”
”Why were you sent to spy on my outfit?”
”Perhaps for the same reason that you keep a spy in his camp,”
retorted Phil, bending a keen gaze on the face of his jailer.
Sully's face went violently red. Without another word he grasped Phil roughly by the shoulder, jerked him from the table and hurried the lad down the corridor.
”Here, here, I haven't finished my breakfast yet,” protested the boy.
”You have, but you don't know it. You will know in a minute.”
With that the showman thrust Phil into the linen closet again and slammed the door.
”My, I wouldn't have a temper like yours if you were to make me a present of a six-pole circus!” called the Circus Boy.
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