"Keep your eyes open, and take care of yourself. If we fail to get a clue by the time we get to Des Moines I shall send to St. Louis for the best detective they have and put him on the case. Perhaps it would be best to do so now."
"I think--" began Phil, when his words were arrested by a loud noise just outside the cabin, on the deck.
Mr. Sparling and Phil started up, for the instant not understanding the meaning of the disturbance.
"Wha--what--" gasped the showman.
Phil ran to the window and looked out.
The deck at that point was deserted. He thought he saw a figure dodge into an entrance near the stern of the boat, and looking forward he discovered another disappearing in that direction.
The Circus Boy sprang for the door.
"What is it, what is it?" cried the showman.
"Eavesdroppers!" answered the lad, darting out into the pa.s.sageway, followed closely by Mr. Sparling.
"You go that way and I"ll go this," directed Phil.
CHAPTER XVIII
MAKING A CAPTURE
The two ran down the corridor, Mr. Sparling heading for the forward end, Phil toward the stern.
"There he goes! I see him!" shouted the showman as a figure leaped out to the deck, slamming the door. "We have him now!"
Phil rushed out at the stern and started to run along the starboard side of the boat. As he emerged he caught sight of a figure running toward him, and behind the figure, Mr. Sparling, coming along the deck in great strides.
"Stop! We"ve got you!" shouted the showman.
Phil spread out his arms as the fleeing one drew near him, then threw them about the fellow, holding him in a firm grip.
"I"ve got him, Mr. Sparling!"
"Leggo of me! What"s the matter with you? Anybody would think this was a high school initiation."
"Teddy," groaned Phil.
"What"s that?" demanded the showman jerking Phil and his prisoner over to an open window through which a faint light was showing.
"It is Teddy Tucker, sir," said Phil releasing his hold.
"What does this mean, sir?" demanded the showman in a stern voice.
"That"s what I want to know. You fellows chase me around the boat as if I were some kind of a football. It"s a wonder one of you didn"t kick me. Lucky for you that you didn"t, too, I can tell you."
"Teddy, come to my cabin at once. Phil, bring him along, will you?"
"Yes," answered Phil Forrest. Phil was troubled. He could not believe it possible that Teddy was guilty of eavesdropping, and yet the evidence seemed to point strongly in that direction.
Taking firm hold of his companion"s arm he led him along toward Mr. Sparling"s cabin.
"What"s all this row about?" growled Teddy.
"That is what I hope you will be able to explain to Mr. Sparling"s satisfaction," replied Phil. "However, wait till we get to his cabin."
Phil led Teddy to the door, thrust him in, then followed, closing and locking the door.
"Perhaps we had better close that window this time, sir."
"Yes."
Mr. Sparling drew up and locked the window.
"Sit down!" he commanded, eyeing Teddy keenly.
Teddy sat down dutifully and was about to place his feet on the showman"s desk when Phil nudged him.
"Now, sir, what does this mean?"
"What does what mean? I never was any good at guessing riddles."
"What do you mean by eavesdropping at my cabin window?"
"Oh, was that your window?"
"It was and it is. And unless you can offer a satisfactory explanation, something will have to be done. That is one of the things that I shall not tolerate. I can scarcely believe you guilty of such a disgraceful act. Unfortunately, you have admitted it."
"Admitted what?"
"That you were listening at my window."
"I never said anything of the sort."
"No, not in so many words; but when I asked you what you meant by doing so, you answered, "Oh, was that your window?""
"Certainly I said it."
"Then will you kindly explain why?"
"I wasn"t listening at your window. I wasn"t within half a block--half a boat, I mean--of it. What do you think I am?"
"Well, Teddy, for a minute I thought you had been guilty of an inexcusable act but upon second thought I begin to understand that it is impossible. There is some misunderstanding here."
Phil looked relieved, but Teddy was gazing at the showman with half-closed eyes.