AN UNEXPECTED PROMOTION
Phil responded rather reluctantly. He would have much preferred to sit out in the paddock talking circus with Little Dimples.
He found Mr. Sparling striding up and down in front of the elephant enclosure.
"I hope nothing very serious happened, Mr. Sparling," greeted
Phil, approaching him.
"If you mean damages, no. A few people knocked down, mostly due to their own carelessness. I've got the claim-adjuster at work settling with all we can get hold of. But we'll get it all back tonight, my boy. We'll have a turn-away this afternoon, too, unless I am greatly mistaken. Why, they're lining up outside the front door now."
"I'm glad for both these things," smiled Phil. "Especially so because no one was killed."
"No. But one of our bareback riders was put out of business for a time."
"Is that so? Who?"
"Monsieur Liebman."
"Oh, that's too bad. What happened to him?"