Part 38 (2/2)
After a long hard pull they succeeded in reaching the next town with their well loaded handcar. With the help of Phil and Teddy, the Fat Lady was led puffing to the circus lot. The parade had just returned and the paraders were hurrying to change their costumes, as the red flag was up on the cook tent. Mr. Sparling saw the Circus Boys and their charge approaching, and motioned them to enter his office tent.
”Where did you find them, Phil?”
”At the bottom of a railroad embankment, about five miles back, according to the mile posts.”
”A couple of fine specimens you are,” growled the showman.
”Well, Marie, what have you to say for yourself?”
”I--I fell down the bank.”
”Pshaw! What were you doing on the bank?”
”I got off to pick some flowers when the train stopped, and when I tried to get back I--I couldn't.”
”Don't you know it is against the rules of the show to leave the train between stations?”
The Fat Lady nodded faintly.
”Discipline must be maintained in this show. You are fined five dollars, and the next time such a thing happens I'll discharge you. Understand?”
”Help, oh help!” murmured Marie.
Teddy was grinning and chuckling over the Fat Lady's misfortune.
”And, young man, what were you doing off the train?” asked the showman, turning sternly.
”Me? Why, I--I went to Marie's rescue.”
”You did, eh?”
”Yes, sir.”
”I reckon it will cost you five dollars, too.”
The grin faded slowly from Teddy's face.
”You--you going to fine me?” he stammered.
”No, I'm not going to. I already have done so.”
”It doesn't pay to be a hero. A hero always gets the sharp end of the stick. But who's going to pay me for the clothes I ruined?”
Mr. Sparling surveyed the boy with the suspicion of a twinkle in his eyes.
”Well, kid, I reckon I shall have to buy you a new suit, at that.
Marie!”
”Ye--yes, sir,” responded the woman.
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