The Circus Boys On The Plains | Page 8

change.
"I have decided to send you out on Advertising Car Number Three. That is the busiest car of the three in advance of the show. You ask what you are to do. I will answer--everything!"
"Car Three," mused the Circus Boy.
"Yes; it is in charge of Mr. Snowden," continued the showman with a twinkle in his eyes, but which Phil in his preoccupation failed to observe. "I am thinking that Snowden will give you all you want to do, and perhaps a little more."
"When do you wish me to join?"
"At once."
"Now?"
"You may start as soon as you are ready."
"I am ready, now," replied the lad promptly.
"I did not mean for you to leave in quite such a hurry as that," laughed Mr. Sparling. "Besides, this is rather a bad night to make a change. Take your time, get your things in shape, and leave when you get ready."
"Does Mr. Snowden know I am to join him?"
"Yes; I have already written him to that effect--that is, I told him you probably would join at an early day."
"Where is Car Three now?"
Mr. Sparling consulted his route card.
"It is in Madison, Wisconsin, today. This car keeps about four weeks ahead of the show, you know. We are in Flint, Michigan, today. Do you think you can get away tomorrow?"
"Certainly. Where do we show tomorrow?"
"Saginaw."
"It will be an easy jump from there to Madison."
"Yes; but you will not catch the car at Madison. I think you had better plan to join them at St. Paul the day after tomorrow. Will that suit you?"
"Yes. I suppose my dressing-room trunk will be carried right along with the show?"
"Of course. You will close your season before the show itself does; then you can return to us, though I shall not expect you to perform. You no doubt will be a little rusty by that time."
"I should say I would be. But, Mr. Sparling--" added the boy, a sudden thought coming to him.
"Yes?"
"What about Teddy? Does he remain with the show?"
"Teddy? I had forgotten all about that little rascal. Yes, he-- but wait a moment. Upon reflection I think perhaps he had better go along with you. He wants to own a show one of these days, doesn't he?"
"I believe he does," smiled Phil.
"Then this will be a good experience for him. Besides, I should be afraid to trust him around this outfit if you were not here to look after him. He would put the whole show out of business first thing I knew. Yes, he had better go with you. And another thing--salaries in the advance are not the same, you know."
"I am aware of the fact, sir."
"You will draw the same salaries that other employees of Number Three do, and in addition to this I shall send you both my personal checks, so that you will be drawing the same money you now are."
"It is not necessary," protested Phil.
Mr. Sparling waved the objection aside.
"It is my plan. Go to your car and tell your friend to get ready now, and report to me in the morning at Saginaw for further instructions."
Phil rose. His face was flushed. He was now full of anticipation for the new life before him. And it was to be a new life indeed--a life full of astonishing experiences and adventures.
Phil bade his employer good night, and hurried away to his own car to tell the news to Teddy.
CHAPTER II
OFF FOR NEW FIELDS
"Teddy, Teddy, wake up!" commanded Phil, hauling his companion from his berth in the sleeping car.
Teddy scrambled out into the aisle of the car and promptly showed fight.
"Here, what are you doing, waking me up this time of the night?" he demanded.
"I have great news."
"News?" questioned the boy, showing some slight signs of interest in the announcement.
"Yes, news, and good news, too."
"All right, I'm easy. What is it?"
"We are to join the advance."
"Advance of what?"
"The advance of the Sparling Shows, of course," glowed Phil.
Teddy grew thoughtful.
"What, and leave the show?"
"Certainly."
"Not for mine!"
"Oh, yes, you will! You know, we wish to learn all we can, and neither of us knows anything about that end of the business. It is a splendid opportunity, and we should be very grateful to Mr. Sparling for giving us the chance. Besides, it will be a very pleasant life. We shall be traveling in a private car, with no responsibilities beyond our work. Will it not be fine?"
"I--I don't know. I shall have to try it first. I decline to commit myself in advance. When do we go?"
"Tomorrow."
"Pshaw! Boss Sparling seems to be in an awful hurry to get rid of us. All right, I'll go. I need a rest, anyway--for my health. I've been working too hard so far this season."
"Too bad about you," scoffed Phil. "We leave from Saginaw as early tomorrow as we can