"No, thank you! He's had his share to-day. But it was good of you to remember. I must introduce you to my horse."
"I shall be happy to meet him," returned Joe, with his best "stage bow."
Helen laughed merrily, as she walked across the grounds with Joe and Benny.
"It's almost supper time," she said, "and I'm starved. Can't we all eat together?"
"I don't see why not," Ben answered, and they were soon at a table where many other performers sat, all, seemingly, talking at once. Joe was very much interested.
He was more than interested in two dark-complexioned men who regarded him curiously. One was the person who had spoken to Jim Tracy. The other Joe had not seen before.
"They're the Lascalla Brothers," Ben informed him. "That is, there are two of them. The third——"
"I'm to be the third," Joe broke in.
"You are?" asked Ben, and he regarded his friend curiously. "Well, look out for yourself; that's all I've got to say."
"Why has he to look out for himself?" inquired Helen, who had caught the words. "Are you going to eat all there is on the table, Ben, so there won't be any for Mr. Strong? Is that why he must look out?"