"What d'ye mean?"
"I hear that there are to be two over in Corinto within two days—yours and—and. What's the name of the other one?"
"Sparling's," grunted the foreman.
Phil grinned appreciatively. He had drawn his man out on the first round.
"That's it. That's the name. I shouldn't think he'd want to show in the same place the day after you had been there?"
"Why not?"
" 'Cause the folks will all spend their money going to your show."
The foreman threw back his head and laughed.
"That's exactly what they will do, kid. That's what we want them to do. We'll make that Sparling outfit get off the earth before we get through with them. The boss has his axe out for that outfit."
"Indeed?" cooed Phil.