"I'll wager a big tomato against a peck of clams that I can get up a better show myself, and do it blindfolded, too," returned Tom.
The grand opening at an end, there was a bit of juggling by a juggler who made several bad breaks in his act, and then came the lady bareback rider. At the same time, Frozzler came out, dressed in a clown's suit and painted up.
"Hullo, there's that chap again!" cried Dick. "He must be running half the show himself."
"How are you to-morrow?" sang out the clown. And after doing a flip-flap, he continued: "Mr. Ringmaster, what's the difference between your knife and me?"
"I know!" shouted Tom. "His knife is a jack-knife, while you are a jack-of-all-trades!"
At this sally there was a loud laugh.
"What is the difference between my knife and you?" queried the ringmaster, as soon as he could make himself heard.
"That's it."
"I don't know."
"I told you!" shouted Tom.