"The difference between your knife and me," answered Frozzler, "is that you can shut your knife up but you can't shut me up," and then he made a face and did another tumble.
"His knife is sharper than you, too," cried Sam. A roar followed, which made Frozzler so angry he shook his fist at the youngest Rover.
"Why is that boy like a fish?" cried Frozzler.
"Because he's too slippery for a clown to catch," put in Fred, loudly, and this created such a laugh that Frozzler's answer was completely lost on the crowd. Again he shook his fist at our friends, but they merely laughed at him.
"I had a funny dream last night," went on the clown. "What do you think
I dreamed?"
"That you had paid all your bills," called out Dick.
This brought forth another laugh at Frozzler's expense, in which even some of the circus hands joined.
"Say, those boys are sharp," said the clown who had been discharged. "I shouldn't care to run up against them."
"Three of them are the Rover boys," answered a man sitting near.
"Nobody can get the best of them."
"I dreamed a whale came along and swallowed me," went on Frozzler.