"That is different."
"Did it arouse any suspicions in your mind, my boy?"
Phil reflected for a moment, toying absently with his fork.
"Candidly, it did, Mr. Sparling. It struck me as peculiar at the time, and, as I thought it over, I became more and more convinced that there was some reason for Jupiter's action beyond what we saw."
The showman nodded, as if Phil's suggestion agreed with his own ideas.
"What do you think happened?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"I will confess that I don't know, Phil. You had some reason for driving everyone away from the bulls there on the dock, did you not?"
"Yes, I did not want anyone to bother them while we were trying to get them on board."
"I understand," said Mr. Sparling, with a nod.