"I wonder what's wrong now?" muttered the lad. "But, I think
I know. It's about that row we had this morning out on the lot.
I shouldn't be surprised if I got fined for that."
With a certain nervousness, Phil hurried out around the dressing tent, and skirting the two big tents, sought out Mr. Sparling in his office.
CHAPTER XI
SUMMONED BEFORE THE MANAGER
The lad was not far wrong in his surmise. That Mr. Sparling was angry was apparent at the first glance.
He eyed Phil from head to foot, a fierce scowl wrinkling his face and forehead.
"Well, sir, what have you been up to this afternoon?"
"Practicing in the ring since the afternoon performance closed."
"H-m-m-m! And this forenoon?"
"Not much of anything in the way of work."