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"My telegrams should be sufficient answer to that question.
Both of them are hopeless. I want nothing to do with either of them. They have thoroughly disorganized this car, and each of them has a.s.saulted me. Had I followed the promptings of my own inclinations I should have smashed their heads before this. But I considered their youth."
Mr. Sparling leaned back and laughed.
"I am glad you did not try it."
"Why?" demanded the manager suddenly.
"Because you would have got the thras.h.i.+ng of your life.
Mr. Snowden, I am fully informed as to what has been going on in this car."
"So, that's it; those cubs have been spying on me and reporting to you, eh? I might have known it."
"You are mistaken," answered the owner calmly. "While they had sufficient provocation to do so, not a murmur has come from either of them. They have taken their medicine like men. I make it a rule to keep posted on what is going on in every department of my show. I therefore know, better than perhaps you yourself could tell me, what has been going on on Car Three. And it is going to stop right here and now."
"What do you mean?"
"In the first place, the work has been unsatisfactory. The men have done as well as could be expected of them, but they have been in such a constant state of rebellion because of your att.i.tude that the work was bound to suffer."
"You are very frank, sir."
"That's my way of doing business. You not only have neglected the work but you have openly defied me and my orders."
"That's exactly what these young cubs have done with me,"
interposed the manager quickly.
"My information is quite to the contrary. However, be that as it may, I have decided to make a change."
"Make a change?"
"Yes."
"I do not understand."
"Then I will make it more plain. I'm through with you."
"You mean you discharge me?"
"You have guessed it."
The manager smiled a superior sort of smile.
"You forget I have a contract with you. You can't discharge me until the end of the season."
"And you forget that I have already done so. Here! You see, I come prepared for your objections. Here is a check for your salary to the end of the season. We are quits. I do not have to do even that, but no one can say that James Sparling doesn't do business on the square."
The manager turned a shade paler.
"I--I'm sorry. When--when do you wish me to leave?"
"Now--this minute! I want you to get off this car, and if you don't get off bag and baggage inside of five minutes, I shall make it my personal business to throw you off," announced the showman with rising color. He had contained himself as long as he could. The indignities to which his Circus Boys had been subjected, ever since they joined the car, had stirred the showman profoundly.
"It is now a quarter to twelve. At noon sharp, your baggage and yourself will be outside of this car. I am in charge here now."
The showman leaned back and watched his former car manager hurriedly pack his belongings into a suitcase.
"I'll get even with you for this," snarled Snowden as he walked from the car, slamming the door after him.
"And a good riddance!" muttered the showman rising. "This will be a good time for me to look over the books and find out what shape the car is in."
Mr. Sparling pressed an electric b.u.t.ton, and Henry, the porter, responded to the summons.
"Has Mr. Forrest returned yet?"
"No, sir."
"Is Mr. Conley out there?"
"Yes, sir."
"Send him in."
Billy entered the stateroom, a broad smile on his face.
"Sit down, Billy. Well, our friend has gone. I suppose you are sorry?"
"On the contrary," replied Billy promptly, "I am tickled half to death. Now we'll be able to do some real work!
We'll show you what we can do! By the way, Mr. Sparling, are you intending to carry out the plan you told me about this morning?"
"Yes. You will have a chance next year."
"Thank you, sir."
"Now, we will go over the books together. I shall have to ask you some questions as we go along. Please first tell the porter to send Phil and Teddy in when they return, but not to tell them who is here."
Billy went out and gave the showman's orders to the porter.
As it chanced there were none of the other men of the crew on board the car at that time. They knew nothing about the change that was taking place.
Upon Billy's return he and his chief settled down to a busy few minutes of going over books and reports. The chief found many things that did not please him, and his anger grew apace at some of them.
"I guess I did a good job in getting rid of Snowden. What I should have done was to have got rid of him before I joined him out in the spring."
"He was a bad one," agreed Billy. "I can work with most anybody, but I never could work with the likes of him. The boys are all right. He wouldn't have had any trouble with them if he'd used them like human beings. They both put up with more than I would have stood. But I tell you, that boy, Teddy--Spotted Horse, the boys call him--did hand it out to the Boss.
If Snowden had stayed here much longer I'd been willing to lay odds that Teddy would have run him off the car.
Did I tell you about how Phil posted the silo?"
"No; what about it?"