Phil dumped him on the grass beneath the circus billboard and began wiping the mud from his companion’s face, while Teddy quickly sat up, blinking the mud out of his eyes and grumbling unintelligibly.
“You’re a fine circus performer, you are,” laughed Phil. “Suppose you had been performing on a flying trapeze in a circus, what do you suppose would have happened to you?”
“I’d have had a net under me then, and I wouldn’t have fallen in the ditch,” grunted Teddy sullenly.
“What do you suppose the folks will say when you go home in that condition?”
“Don’t care what they say. Fellow has got to learn sometime, and if I don’t have any worse thing happen to me than falling in a ditch I ought to be pretty well satisfied. Guess I’ll go back now. Come on, go ’long with me.”
Phil turned and strode along by the side of his companion until they reached the house where Teddy lived.
“Come on in.”
“I’m sorry, Teddy, but I can’t. My uncle will be expecting me, and he won’t like it if I am late.”
“All right; see you tomorrow if you don’t come out again tonight. We’ll try some more stunts then.”
“I wouldn’t till after the circus, were I in your place,” laughed Phil.