“At last, at last!” mused Phil. “I’m a real live showman at last, but what kind of a showman I don’t know. Probably they’ll make me help put up the tents and take them down. But, I don’t care. I’ll do anything. And think of the money I’ll earn. Ten dollars a week!” he exclaimed, pausing and glancing up at the fluttering flags waving from center and quarter poles. “Why, it’s a fortune! I shall be able to save most all of it, too. Oh, I’m so happy!”
“They’re coming out,” called the gateman to him.
“Thank you.”
Phil’s face was full of repressed excitement when Teddy came slouching up to him.
“Bully show,” announced the lad. “Didn’t know which way to look, there was so much to be seen.”
“How would you like to join the show and be a real circus man?” demanded Phil.
“Great!”
“Maybe I can fix it for you.”
“You?”
“Yes.”