“Yes, with a Kickapoo Indian medicine man. And he was bad medicine. Say, where can I wash my countenance?”
“Come on; I’ll show you,” exclaimed Teddy and Phil in the same breath.
They led the way to the opposite side of the field, where there was a stream of water. While the circus boy was making his morning toilet the lads watched him in admiring silence.
“What do you do?” ventured Phil.
“I perform on the rings.”
“Up in the air?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ever fall off?”
“I get my bumps,” grinned the red-haired boy. “My name is Rodney Palmer. What’s your names?”
They told him.