"Nothing very particular. He'll want to have it out with Mr. Kennedy first. Then, if he wants you, he can go back and hunt you up, or send for you. Mr. Sparling knows how to send for people when he wants them, doesn't he?" twinkled Dimples.
"I should say he did," grinned Phil. "He's not bashful. Has my friend Teddy got back yet?"
"Haven't seen him. Why? Worried about him?"
"Not particularly. He has a habit of taking care of himself under most circumstances."
Dimples laughed heartily.
"It will take more than a stampede to upset him. He'll make a showman if he ever settles down to the work in earnest."
"He has settled down, Mrs. Robinson," answered Phil with some dignity.
"My, my! But you needn't growl about it. I was paying him a compliment."
Thus she chattered on until they reached the paddock. They had been there but a few moments before the expected summons for Phil was brought.