"Certainly," answered Phil.

"Then I should advise you to be getting into your makeups."

"Why, what time is it?"

"A quarter to eight."

"Whew! Come on, Teddy."

A few moments more and peace had been restored in the dressing
tent, though Diaz was muttering to himself as he laid the powder
over his face, preparatory to his first entry into the ring.

"I am afraid we have not heard the last of Diaz, Teddy,"
confided Phil to his companion. "You see what your moment
of thoughtlessness has brought upon us, don't you?"

"You didn't have to mix in the row. I could have handled him."

"I am forced to admit that you are right. I sought to avoid
trouble and I was the direct cause of a lot of it. There goes
the first call. Hurry up!"

The Circus Boys had, indeed, made an enemy. It was noticed,
however, that Manuel, the assistant of Diaz, had taken no part in
the row. The young man had calmly proceeded with his making up
without appearing to take the slightest interest in the affair.
Whether or not his apparent indifference was merely assumed was