Publisher's Synopsis
"I reckon the fellows will turn out to see us tomorrow night, Teddy." "I hope so, Phil. We'll show them that we are real circus performers, won't we?" Phil Forrest nodded happily. "They know that already, I think. But we shall both feel proud to perform in our home town again. They haven't seen us in the ring since the day we first joined the show two years ago, and then it was only a little performance." "Remember the day I did a stunt in front of the circus billboard back home?" "And fell in the ditch, head first? I remember it," and Phil Forrest laughed heartily. "You and I weren't circus men then, were we?" "No." "But we are now." "I guess we are," nodded Phil with emphasis. "Still, we have something to learn yet. We are a couple of lucky boys, you and I, Teddy Tucker. Had it not been for Mr. Sparling we might still have been doing chores for our board in Edmeston." "Instead, we are getting our envelopes with sixty dollars apiece in them from the little red ticket wagon every Tuesday morning, eh?" "Just so." "I never thought I'd be able to earn so much money as that in a whole year," reflected Teddy.
