"Oh, no matter. A certain party on this car," replied
Teddy airily.
"I sincerely hope you will do nothing of the sort, for conditions have changed somewhat on Number Three. Behave yourself, Teddy, and learn all you can. You may be a car manager yourself one of these times, and all this experience will prove useful to you," advised Mr. Sparling.
"Not the kind of experience I have been having; that won't be useful to me," retorted Teddy.
Mr. Sparling and Phil broke out into a hearty laugh, at which
Teddy looked very much grieved.
"Have you seen Mr. Snowden?" questioned Phil, glancing keenly at his employer. There was something about the situation that gave the lad a sudden half-formed idea.
"Yes, I have seen him," answered the showman, his face sobering instantly.
"Where is he?"
"He has gone away. I might as well tell you, boys. Mr. Snowden is no longer manager of this car. He is no longer connected with the Sparling Show in any capacity, nor ever will be again," announced Mr. Sparling decisively.
The Circus Boys gazed at him, scarcely able to believe what they had heard.
"Not—not on this car any more?" questioned Phil.