"Teddy tells me you and he are thinking of buying out the
Sparling shows, eh?"
"Why, Teddy, how could you say such a thing?" demanded
Phil, reddening.
Teddy expostulated, explaining that it was merely a dream in his own mind, repeating that Phil knew nothing of it.
"I do intend to own a show, as I have told you before, Mr. Sparling, as soon as I have enough money. I am afraid, however, that that day is a long way off."
"Perhaps not so far off as you think, Phil. Perhaps both of you may own a show much sooner than you even dream," said the showman, significantly. "Well, good night, boys if I do not see you again."
"What do you think he meant by that?" questioned Teddy.
"I am sure I do not know. Perhaps he thinks we have a future before us and that we shall make rapid advances. I hope so, don't you, Teddy?"
"I think I would rather find my egg than have most anything else just now."
"Oh, hang your egg! There goes my cue. I must get out, now. Bye, bye. You are a lucky boy not to have to work on this hot night."
Phil waved his hand and tripped out into the arena. A few minutes later he was soaring through the air with the gracefulness and ease of a bird on the wing.