“I guess you’re right at that,” answered the showman, his stern features relaxing into a smile. “You’ll do. But you’d better not hand out that line of sharp talk in bunches when you get with the show. It might get you into trouble if you did.”
“Yes, sir; I’ll be good.”
“Now, you boys had better run along and make your preparations. You may take your supper in the cook tent tonight if you wish. But you will have to be on hand promptly, as they take down the cook tent first of all.”
“Thank you; we will,” answered Phil.
“What act—what do I perform?” questioned Teddy, swelling with pride.
“Perform?”
“Yes.”
“Ho, ho, ho!”
“I’m going to be a performer and wear pink pants, ain’t I?”
“A performer? Oh, that’s too good. Yes, my son, you shall be a performer. How would you like to be a juggler?”