“Don’t say you won’t take it,” he said. “You deserve more, but it’s all I have with me.”
And he made the youth keep the amount.
CHAPTER XXII.—WAMPOLE SHOWS HIS HAND.
After this adventure the river was soon crossed, and an hour later Leo and Carl found themselves installed at another hotel but a short distance from the mansion at which they were to perform.
While they were taking a stroll through the village, Carl’s eyes were suddenly arrested by a huge poster stuck on the side of a barn.
“Look, Leo, what do you think of that?” he cried.
The poster referred to ran as follows:
Wampole’s Trans-Continental
Specialty Company.
Reorganized!
Better and Brighter than Ever!
See Leo, the Wonderful Clown and Gymnast!
Don’t Miss Carl Ross,
The Greatest Juggler and Magician
The World Has Ever Produced!
30—Other Artists—30!
At Pelham’s Hall To-night!
Admission 15 and 25 Cents.
“If that ain’t cheeky!” burst out Leo. “What right has he to advertise us when we are no longer with him?”
“That is what I would like to know,” returned Carl.