Part 17 (1/2)

”Was Mr Sparling--was heuntil the tears started

”Mad? He was red headed,” replied Miaco

”Where's Teddy?”

”He got stuck in the strong man's trunk there The boss had to pull hi man prudently made his escape If the boss hadn't skinned hiot out just in time”

”Are you Phil Forrest?” asked a unifor tent

”Yes; what is it?”

”Lady wants to see you out in the paddock”

”Who is it?”

”Mrs Robinson”

”I don't know any Mrs Robinson”

”He means Little Dimples,” Mr Miaco informed him

”Oh”

Phil hurried fro on a property box, industriously engaged on a piece of embroidery work She ed in her peaceful occupation with the needle, and the lad stopped to gaze at her adlanced doith a smile

”Does it surprise you to see me at my fancy work? That's what I love Why, last season, I e the show season I don't knohat I'll do with theht to thank you for saving my life this afternoon, but I know you would rather I did not”

Phil nodded

”I don't like to be thanked It uess You froze, didn't you?”

”I did,” and Dihed merrily

”Whatto fall all the way down, then by the time I remembered where I was I couldn't turn to save my life I heard you call to me to do so, but I couldn't

But let's talk about you You hurt your back, didn't you?”

”Nothing to speak of It will be all right byI'm just a little lame now Where were you--what shoere you with last year?”

”The Ringlings”

”The Ringlings?” marveled Phil ”Why, I shouldn't think you would want to leave a big show like that for a little one such as this?”

”It's the price, etshows one is just a little part of a big organization There's nothing like the sood fellowshi+p Don't you think so?”

”I don't know,” admitted Phil ”This is the only show I have ever been with I 'joined out' last season--”