"Yes, feeling."
"Why—why—why didn't you tell me that Sparling had changed his date and was planning to make Corinto the same day we are billed there?" thundered Sully.
"Is he?"
"Is he? You know very well that he is, and it was your report that put him up to doing this trick. We've got you to thank for this piece of business, and you're going to pay dear for your part in it. Is he going to follow us all around the country—is that what he's planning to do?"
"I guess you had better ask Mr. Sparling himself. He hasn't seen fit to tell me, as yet."
"I'll show him that he can't trifle with me, and I'll show you, so you won't forget it for the rest of your circus career."
"I wouldn't make threats were I in your place, Mr. Sully. Wait until you get over your mad fit; then you'll be glad you didn't say anything you might have to take back later on," advised Phil.
"Take back? Take back?"
"Yes."
For the moment the showman was too far overcome with emotion to speak. Then he uttered a roar and stamped out of the car.