"Come here."
He walked back to where the farmer was standing fingering the pass and the letter.
"I—I reckon you needn't stick them bills on the hog pen."
The Circus Boy's heart took a sudden drop.
"Very well, sir; just as you say. I do not wish to do anything to displease you."
"But I reckon you can plaster that silo full of them circus pictures from top to bottom, if you want to," was the unexpected announcement.
Phil Forrest's heart bounded back into position again.
CHAPTER VIII
THE CIRCUS BOY WINS
"Oh, thank you, thank you ever so much!" answered the lad, his eyes glowing.