"No! While the railroad is responsible for the damages, I hardly think they are for the wreck.No key was used to open the switch.""No key?"
"No."
"How, then?"
"The lock was wrenched off with an iron bar and the switch wedged fast, so there could be no doubt about what would happen.It might have happened to some other car not belonging to us, though it was a pretty safe gamble that it would catch one of ours.""I thought as much," nodded Phil."But perhaps its just as well." "What do you mean by that?" questioned the showman sharply."That the railroad folks will do what the police are too lazy to do." "What?""Get after the fellow who did it," suggested Phil wisely.
"That's so! That's so! I hadn't thought of it in that light before.You've got a long head, my boy.You always have had, for that matter as long as I have known you, so it stands to reason that you must always have been that way."Teddy, having finished his breakfast, excused himself and strolled off to another part of the tent where he might find more excitement.He sat down in his own place near the freak table and began talking shop with some of the performers, while Phil and Mr.Sparling continued their conversation.
"I haven't given up hopes of catching him myself, Mr.Sparling." "You came pretty close to it Saturday night.""And I wasn't so far from it last night either," laughed the boy."Going to be able to save the accommodation car?""No, it's a hopeless wreck."
"You probably will not put on another this season then?" "What would you suggest?""I should not think it would be advisable.Most of the people go downtown, anyway, to get their lunch after the show.""Exactly.That's the way it appeared to me, but I wanted to get your point of view." It was not that the owner had not made up his mind, but that he wanted to get Phil Forrest's mind working from the point of view of the manager and owner of a circus, seeing in Phil, as he did, the making of a future great showman.
All at once their conversation was disturbed by a great uproar at the further end of the tent, near where Teddy sat.
Two midgets, arguing the question as to which of them was the Smallest Man in the World, had become so heated that they fell to pummeling each other with their tiny fists.
Instantly the tent was in confusion, and with one accord the performersand freaks gathered around to watch the miniature battle.
A waiter in his excitement, stepped in a woodchuck hole, spilling a bowl of steaming hot soup down the Fat Woman's neck.
"Help!Help!I'm on fire!" she shrieked.
Teddy, now that he had become a hero, felt called upon to hurry to the rescue.Seizing a pitcher of ice water, he leaped over a bench and dumped the contents of the pitcher over the head of the Fattest Woman on Earth.Several chunks of ice, along with a liberal quantity of the water, slid down her neck.
This was more than human flesh could stand.The Fat Woman staggered to her feet uttering a series of screams that might have been heard all over the lot, while those on the outside came rushing in to assist in what they believed to be a serious disturbance.
Mr.Sparling pushed his way through the crowd, roaring out command after command, but somehow, the ring about the Fat Woman and the fighting midgets did not give way readily.The show people were too much engrossed in the funny spectacle of the midgets to wish to be disturbed.
Not so Teddy Tucker.
Having quenched the fire that was consuming the Fat Woman, he pushed his way through the crowd, with the stern command, "Stand aside here!" and fell upon the Lilliputian gladiators.
"Break away!" roared Teddy, grasping each by the collar and giving him a violent tug.
What was his surprise when both the little men suddenly turned upon him and started pushing and beating him.
Taken unawares, Teddy began to back up, to the accompaniment of the jeers of the spectators.
The crowd howled its appreciation of the turn affairs had taken, Teddy steadily giving ground before the enraged Lilliputians.
As it chanced a washtub filled with pink lemonade that had been prepared for the thirsty crowds stood directly in the lad's path.If anyone observed it, he did not so inform Teddy.
All at once the Circus Boy sat down in the tub of pink lemonade with aloud splash, pink fluid spurting up in a veritable fountain over such parts of him as were not already in the tub.
Teddy howled for help, while the show people shrieked with delight, the lad in his efforts to get out of the tub, falling back each time, until finally rescued from his uncomfortable position by the owner of the show himself.
"That's what you get for meddling with other peoples' affairs," chided Phil, laughing immoderately as he observed the rueful countenance of his friend.
"If I hadn't meddled with you last night, you'd have been a dead one today," retorted the lad."Anyway, I've made a loud splash this morning."
