“How are you, Leo,” said the menagerie manager heartily, as he held out his hand.
“I am pretty well, thank you,” replied the young gymnast.
“Where have you been all this time?”
“Knocking around on my own hook,” and Leo smiled faintly. He was glad to see Reeve still considered him a friend.
“I heard you had joined Wampole’s specialty company.”
“I did, but I had to get out,” answered the boy, and told of the theatrical manager’s doings and of how he was now giving private exhibitions with Carl.
“I wish you were back in our show,” said Barton Reeve. “All of us miss you.”
“Has Mr. Lambert discovered the ticket thieves yet?”
“No, but he’s got his eyes on several fellows who are following us around.”
“Is Snipper still with you?”