"Yes."
"Then—then you intend to skip a date somewhere?"
"We shall have to."
Mr. Sparling was a man of resource and quick action. He made up his mind in a minute as to what course to follow.
"I'm going to detach you from the show for a few days, if you don't mind, Phil," decided Mr. Sparling.
"I am glad to serve you in any way that you think I can," answered the lad with a flash of surprise in his glance.
"I know that. What I want you to do is to join that show right away."
"Join them?"
"I do not mean that exactly. I want you to go to the town where they are playing tomorrow, I will get the name of the town before the day is over. Follow the show right along from town to town until next Monday, paying your way when you go in and keeping your eyes open for their game. You, with your shrewdness, ought to have no difficulty in getting sufficient evidence to help me carry out my plans."
"What sort of evidence do you wish me to get?"