Billy began an enthusiastic narration of Phil"s clever piece of work, Mr. Sparling nodding as the story proceeded.
"I am not surprised. He is a natural born showman. You will hear great things from Phil Forrest some of these days, and his friend, Teddy, will not be so far behind, either, when once he gets settled down."
"I guess they are coming now," spoke up Conley. "Somebody got on the back platform just now. I"ll go out and see."
Billy met the Circus Boys coming in.
"You are wanted in the stateroom," he said.
"More trouble?" laughed Phil.
Billy nodded.
"Maybe, and maybe not, but I reckon the trouble is all over."
Phil and Teddy started for the stateroom. At the door they halted, scarcely able to believe their eyes. There sat Mr. Sparling, smiling a welcome to them.
"_Mr. Sparling!_" cried Phil dashing in, with Teddy close at his heels.
"Yes, I wanted to surprise you," laughed the showman, throwing an arm about each boy.
"I am so glad to see you," cried Phil, hugging his employer delightedly.
"And it does my heart good to set eyes on you two once more.
The Sparling organization has not been quite the same since you left. And, Teddy, we haven"t had any excitement since you left."
"How"s the donkey?"
"Kicking everything out of sight that comes near him. He has not been in the ring since you left," laughed the showman.
"I wish I was back there. I don"t like this game for a little bit."
"You mean you do not like the work?"
"Well, no, not exactly that. The work is all right, but--"
"But what?" persisted Mr. Sparling.
"Never mind, Teddy," interposed Phil. "No tales, you know."
"I"m telling no tales. I said I didn"t like it and that"s the truth. May I go back with you, Mr. Sparling?"
"You may if you wish, of course, if you think you want to leave Phil."
"Is Phil going to stay?"
"Certainly."
Teddy drew a long sigh.
"Then, I guess I"ll stay, too, but there"s going to be trouble on this car before the season ends, sir."
"Trouble?"
"Yes, sir."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I"m going to thrash a man within an inch of his life one of these fine days."
"I am astonished, Teddy. Who is the man?"
"Oh, no matter. A certain party on this car," replied Teddy airily.
"I sincerely hope you will do nothing of the sort, for conditions have changed somewhat on Number Three. Behave yourself, Teddy, and learn all you can. You may be a car manager yourself one of these times, and all this experience will prove useful to you,"
advised Mr. Sparling.
"Not the kind of experience I have been having; that won"t be useful to me," retorted Teddy.
Mr. Sparling and Phil broke out into a hearty laugh, at which Teddy looked very much grieved.
"Have you seen Mr. Snowden?" questioned Phil, glancing keenly at his employer. There was something about the situation that gave the lad a sudden half-formed idea.
"Yes, I have seen him," answered the showman, his face sobering instantly.
"Where is he?"
"He has gone away. I might as well tell you, boys. Mr. Snowden is no longer manager of this car. He is no longer connected with the Sparling Show in any capacity, nor ever will be again,"
announced Mr. Sparling decisively.
The Circus Boys gazed at him, scarcely able to believe what they had heard.
"Not--not on this car any more?" questioned Phil.
"Never again, young man."
"Hip, hip, hooray!" shouted Teddy Tucker at the top of his voice, hurling his hat up to the roof of the car, and beginning a miniature war dance about the stateroom, until, for the sake of saving the furniture, Phil grabbed his friend, threw him over on the divan and sat down on him.
"Now, Mr. Sparling, having disposed of Teddy, I should like to hear all about it," laughed Phil.
"He is the same old Teddy. I can imagine what a pleasant time Snowden has had with Tucker on board the same car with him.
There is little more to say. I have been disappointed in Snowden for sometime. I had about decided to remove him before you joined the car. I wished, however, to send you boys on, knowing full well that you would soon find out whether there was any mistake in my estimate of the man. Then, too, I had other reasons for sending you in the advance."
"Well, sir, now that he has gone, I will say I am heartily glad of it, though I am sincerely sorry for Mr. Snowden. He knew the work; I wish I were half as familiar with it as he is; but I wouldn"t have his disposition--no, not for a million dollars."
"I would," piped Teddy, whom Phil had permitted to get up.
"I"d be willing to be a raging lion for a million dollars."
"Have you decided what you are going to do with Car Three now?"