“Yes.”
“The boss wants to see you.”
“Mr. Sparling? All right. I wanted to see the rest of the show, but I’ll go.” Phil rose reluctantly and followed the guide. “I’ll meet you by the ticket wagon if I don’t get back here, Teddy,” he said.
CHAPTER X.
PHIL GETS A SURPRISE
“Where will I find Mr. Sparling?”
“In the doghouse.”
“Where’s that?”
“Out back of the ticket wagon. It’s a little A tent, and we call it the boss’s doghouse, because it’s only big enough to hold a couple of St. Bernards.”
“Oh! What does he want of me?”
“Ask him,” grinned the attendant, who, it developed, was an usher in the reserved-seat section. “He don’t tell us fellows his business. Say, that was a great stunt you did with Emperor.”