“O Teddy, you’ll break your neck doing that stunt one of these times,” warned Phil, hastening back to the dressing tent after Teddy and the mule had left the ring.
“Don’t you think it’s worth the risk?”
“That depends.”
“For two dollars a day?”
“Is that what you are getting?”
“Yep. I’m a high-priced performer,” insisted Teddy, snapping his trousers pocket significantly. “I’d jump off the big top, twice every day, for that figure.”
“What are you going to do with all your money? Spend it?”
“I—rather thought I’d buy a bicycle.”
Phil shook his head.
“You couldn’t carry it, and, besides, nobody rides bicycles these days. They ride in automobiles.”