Teddy pondered.
"I don"t know of anybody unless it"s January," he made solemn reply.
"The fool donkey? Bah!"
"I guess the donkey did not unlock your trunk and steal your egg, Teddy," answered Phil, a half smile curling his lips.
"I am not going to ask you again whom you suspect. I take it for granted that you will keep your eyes open from now on."
"I certainly shall, Mr. Sparling."
"If you are unable to find out who is responsible for certain things I am sure there is no use in my trying to do so."
"I do not know about that, Sir. I shall try. If I find out anything worthwhile I shall come to you and tell you."
"I shall expect you to do so. And, Teddy!"
"Yes, sir."
"You are to say nothing of this occurrence to anyone on the boat.
Do not mention that your precious egg has been lost or stolen, nor appear as if anything out of the ordinary had occurred."
Teddy nodded his understanding.
Mr. Sparling understood his boys better than they knew. He was confident that Phil Forrest had a shrewd idea as to who had aroused the anger of the elephant, Jupiter, as well as to the ident.i.ty of the person who had stolen the egg from Teddy Tucker"s trunk.
The Circus Boy, however, kept his own counsel.
He made a trip down to the lower deck and had a long conversation with Mr. Kennedy, the elephant trainer, while Teddy Tucker moped in his cabin, mourning over the loss of his egg.
The show reached Milroy shortly before dark that evening, after a most delightful trip down the river. The horse tents were unloaded and pitched on the circus lot and the stock stabled in them so the animals could get their rest and food.
Some of the show people strolled out through the little town, while others remained on board the boat and went to bed.
All hands slept aboard that night. Bright and early, on the following morning, the boats were unloaded and the tents pitched, the men working much better for their day on the river.
Everyone appeared to be in high good humor and the wisdom of Mr. Sparling"s methods was apparent. The tents went up more quickly that morning than at any time that season.
Breakfast under the cook tent was a jolly meal. Teddy had nearly forgotten the loss of the ostrich egg, but Phil Forrest had not.
Phil, while not appearing to do so, was watching certain persons in the dressing tent, among them being Diaz, the Spanish clown.
During the dressing hour before the afternoon performance the clown had his trunk open to get out some costumes which were at the bottom, beneath the lower tray.
Phil"s trunk, it will be remembered, was close by that of the clown"s. The Circus Boy took advantage of the opportunity to peep into the open trunk while Diaz was rummaging over its contents. So absorbed did Phil become in his own investigation that he forgot for the moment that the owner of the trunk might resent such curiosity.
All at once Phil glanced down at the clown. He found the dark eyes of Diaz fixed upon him, and the lad flushed in spite of himself.
Diaz slowly rose to his feet. Thrusting his face close to that of the lad he peered into the boy"s face.
"What you want?"
"Nothing, thank you."
"You look for something in the trunk of Diaz, eh?"
"Perhaps."
"What for you look?"
"Maybe I was looking for an egg. Maybe I thought the clown Diaz carried a supply of freshly laid eggs in his dressing-room trunk," said Phil in a tone too low for the others to catch, all the time holding the eyes of the clown in a steady gaze.
The eyes of the clown expressed surprise, but there was so much grease paint and powder on his face that the boy could not tell whether the fellow had flushed or not.
That Diaz was angry, however, was clear.
"What you mean?" demanded the clown, with a threatening gesture.
"If you do not know, I don"t believe I care to explain just now."
"What you mean?" repeated the clown, his voice rising to a higher pitch. "You--you think I a thief?"
"If I thought so I might be too courteous to say so," was the calm retort. "What makes you imagine that I think you a thief?
You must have some reason--you must believe there is some truth in your self-accusation, or you would not be so quick to resent it."
"I--I--"
"Remember, I have not accused you of anything. You have accused yourself."
Perhaps there was method in Phil"s nagging--perhaps he was trying to goad the Spaniard into an admission that could be used against him. If that were his purpose he had only partly succeeded.
Diaz, who had closed the cover of his trunk with a bang, now sprang to the trunk again, jerking up the cover with such force as to nearly wrench it from its hinges.
Two trays came out and were hurled to the ground as the owner dived deeper and deeper into the chest.
"What"s the matter? Have you gone crazy?" questioned Phil, laughing in spite of himself. "Come on, now; don"t lose your temper. If you will stop to consider, you will recall that I have said nothing at which you might possibly take offence."
To this the clown made no reply.
All at once he straightened up with a snarl that reminded Phil of the cough of the tiger out in the menagerie as the beast struck viciously at its keeper when the latter chanced to step too close to the bars of the cage.
Diaz stood all a-quiver.
"This looks like trouble of some sort," muttered Phil Forrest.
"But I don"t quite understand what he could have been hunting for in the trunk."
Phil"s question was answered a few seconds later.
>From the folds of the clown"s costume his hand suddenly shot upward. The hand held a knife. The hand shook from rage as the knife was brandished aloft.
"h.e.l.lo, so that"s the game, is it?"