Phil spread out his arms as the fleeing one drew near him, then threw them about the fellow, holding him in a firm grip.
"I've got him, Mr. Sparling!"
"Leggo of me! What's the matter with you? Anybody would think this was a high school initiation."
"Teddy," groaned Phil.
"What's that?" demanded the showman jerking Phil and his prisoner over to an open window through which a faint light was showing.
"It is Teddy Tucker, sir," said Phil releasing his hold.
"What does this mean, sir?" demanded the showman in a stern voice.
"That's what I want to know. You fellows chase me around the boat as if I were some kind of a football. It's a wonder one of you didn't kick me. Lucky for you that you didn't, too, I can tell you."
"Teddy, come to my cabin at once. Phil, bring him along, will you?"
"Yes," answered Phil Forrest. Phil was troubled. He could not believe it possible that Teddy was guilty of eavesdropping, and yet the evidence seemed to point strongly in that direction. Taking firm hold of his companion's arm he led him along toward Mr. Sparling's cabin.