Part 1 (1/2)

The Circus Boys Across The Continent

Or Making the Start in the Sawdust Life

by Edgar B P Darlington

CHAPTER I

THE BOYS HEAR GOOD NEWS

”You never can guess it--you never can guess the news, Teddy,”

cried Phil Forrest, rushi+ng into the gymnasium, his face flushed with excite trunks and a ragged, sleeveless shi+rt, both garing a pair of Indian clubs

”What is it, so the clubs down to his sides

”Do be serious for a minute, won't you?”

”Me, serious? Why, I never cracked a s to smile at Besides, do you know, since I've been in the circus business, every tih I check myself so suddenly that it hurts?”

”How's that?”

”Because I think I've still got h”

”What, your face?”

”My face? No! My makeup By the tiotten what it was I wanted to laugh about Then I don't laugh”

Teddy shi+ed an Indian club at a rat that was scurrying across the far end of their gy

”If you don't care, of course I shan't tell you But it's good news, Teddy You would say so if you knew it”

”What news? Haven't heard anything that sounds like news,”

his eyes fixed on the hole into which the rat had disappeared

”You can't guess where we are going this suuess I know,” answered the lad with an e out with the Great Sparling Con out for the season before we closed with the show last fall?”

”Yes, yes; but where?” urged Phil, showing hiht frouess if you tried”

”No Never was a good guesser That letter froht the fa used by the owner of the show

”Yes”