"He is at the hotel. He won't be round till half-past nine. Have you two boys had breakfast?"
"No," answered Kit; "I'm nearly famished."
"Come round to the circus tent. You are to be one of us, and will board there. I guess we can provide for your friend, too."
Never was invitation more gladly accepted. Both Kit and William felt as if they had not broken their fast for a week.
CHAPTER XIII.
BREAKFAST IN THE CIRCUS TENT.
Achilles entered the circus inclosure—the "lot," as it is generally called,—and made his way to a small tent situated not far from the one devoted to the performances. An attendant was carrying in a plate of hot steak and potatoes from the cook tent near by.
"Is breakfast ready?" asked Achilles.
"Yes; any time you want it."
"Is anybody inside?"
"Only Mademoiselle Louise."