“I’m ready now, sir. I shall want to go home and get my things and my books.”
“Huh! That’s right. Take your time. We shan’t be pulling out of here till after midnight, so you’d better go home and get ready. You’ll want to bid good-bye to Mrs. Ca—Ca—Cahill.”
“I wonder if there is anything that he doesn’t know about,” marveled Phil.
“Anything you want to ask me about—any favor you’d like? If there is, get it out.”
“Well, yes, there is, but I scarcely feel like asking it, you have been so kind to me.”
“Shucks!”
“I—I have a little friend, who—who, like myself, has no parents and is crazy over the circus. He wants to be a circus man just as much as I do. If you had a place—if you could find something for him to do, I should appreciate it very much.”
“Who is he, that youngster with the clown face, who crawled in under the tent this afternoon?”
Phil laughed outright.
“I presume so. That’s the way he usually gets in.”