"Have you got my trappings ready, Mr.Kennedy?" asked Phil of the keeper.
"You'll find the stuff in fine shape.The old man has had a new bonnet made for Emperor and a new blanket.He'll be right smart when he enters the ring today.Been over to the cook tent yet?""Yes; but not for breakfast.We are going soon now.We want to see them raise the big top first."When the boys had passed out into the open they observed the big circus tent rising slowly from the ground where it had been laid out, the various pieces laced together by nimble fingers.Mr.Sparling was on the lot watching everything at the same time.This was the first time the tent had been pitched, and, as has been said before, most of the men were green at their work.Yet, under the boisterous prodding of the boss canvasman, the white city was going up rapidly and with some semblance of system.
As soon as the dome of the big top left the ground the boys crawled under and went inside.Here all was excitement and confusion.Men were shouting their commands, above which the voice of the boss canvasman rose distinctly.
The dome of the tent by this time was halfway up the long, green center pole, while men were hurrying in with quarter poles on their shoulders, and which they quickly stood on end and guided into place in the bellying canvas.
The eyes of the Circus Boys sparkled with enthusiasm."I wish we were up there on the rings," breathed Teddy.
"We shall be soon, old fellow," answered Phil, patting him on the shoulder."And for many days after this, I hope.Hello, I wonder what's wrong up there?"Phil's quick glance had caught something up near the half-raised dome that impressed him as not being right.