"What's all this row about?" growled Teddy.
"That is what I hope you will be able to explain to Mr. Sparling's satisfaction," replied Phil. "However, wait till we get to his cabin."
Phil led Teddy to the door, thrust him in, then followed, closing and locking the door.
"Perhaps we had better close that window this time, sir."
"Yes."
Mr. Sparling drew up and locked the window.
"Sit down!" he commanded, eyeing Teddy keenly.
Teddy sat down dutifully and was about to place his feet on the showman's desk when Phil nudged him.
"Now, sir, what does this mean?"
"What does what mean? I never was any good at guessing riddles."