"I only wish the fair held on for six months," he said gleefully. "It seems too bad that there are only two days more, for Saturday never counts."
"You can go to the Holtown fair, and try it for yourself. I'll give you what stock we have left on hand."
"Then I'll do it," Tim replied, emphatically, and straightway he began to speculate as to the enormous amount of money he would earn.
Teddy tied his money in as compact a package as possible, intending to give it to his mother when she should arrive on the morrow, and Mr. Sweet had advised that all hands "turn in" early, when the flap was raised, admitting a man who appeared to be covered with adhesive plaster and bandages.
Not until the newcomer had approached within the circle of light cast by the lantern did the occupants of the tent recognize him as the jewelry fakir, and Teddy cried in surprise:
"Why, Mr. Hazelton! We didn't expect to see you to-night!"
"Did you think I was dead?"
"It looked as if you would be killed for a certainty, and you did get pretty well done up."
"Yes; as the reports of the prize fights put it, 'I'm badly disfigured, but still in the ring.' Was the money taken away all right?"
"Mr. Sweet has hidden it."