He was beginning to enter
into the spirit of the work to which he had been assigned, and
which was to provide him with much more excitement than he at
that moment dreamed.
CHAPTER IX
PHIL MAKES A DISCOVERY
"I guess I'll leave my bag in the station and go over to the
lot," decided the lad.
"The stake and chain gang will just about be on the job by
this time."
It is a well known fact in the circus world that there is no
better place to get information than from the stake and chain
gang, the men who hurry to the lot the moment their train gets
in and survey it, driving stakes to show where the tents are to
be pitched, and it is a familiar answer, when one is unable to
answer a question to say: "Ask the stake and chain gang."
That was exactly what Phil Forrest had in mind to do.
He followed a show wagon to the circus lot, where he found the
men already at work measuring off the ground with their
surveyor's chains, in the faint morning light.
"Morning," smiled Phil, sauntering over to where he observed the
foreman watching the work of his men.
"Morning," growled the showman. Phil knew he would growl because
the fellow had not yet had his breakfast.
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