Publisher's Synopsis
"Have you had any trouble with Diaz, Teddy?" "Who's he?" "The new Spanish clown." "Oh!" Teddy Tucker's face grew serious. "What about him, Phil?" "That is what I am asking you. Have you had any misunderstanding-angry words or anything of the sort with him?" persisted Phil Forrest, with a keen, inquiring glance into the face of his companion. "Well, maybe," admitted the Circus Boy, with evident reluctance. "What made you think I had?" "From the way he looked at you when you were standing in the paddock this afternoon, waiting for your cue to go on." "Huh! How did he look at me?" "As if he had a grudge against you. There was an expression in his eyes that said more plainly than words, 'I'll get even with you yet, young man, you see if I do not.'" "Wonderful!" breathed Teddy. "What do you mean?" "You must be a mind reader, Phil Forrest," grumbled Teddy, digging his heel into the soft turf of the circus lot. "Can you read my mind? If you can, what am I thinking about now?"
