“He’s certainly clever-handed!”
“He’s the best part of the show!”
Hearty hand-clapping followed, and then Carl threw the teacups to Leo, in the wings, and started to do a great balancing act on four chairs.
He had just arranged the chairs in position when he heard a commotion in the wings.
“I say the hall ain’t paid for, and the show can’t go on!” he heard, in the angry tones of the theater owner.
“Where is Wampole?” several asked.
“I can’t find him.”
“He was taking the money at the box-office.”
“Well, he’s not there now.”
“He must be somewhere around.”