by a large figure of the professor, dressed in bizarre style,
performing one of his tricks.

"That draws attention," observed the professor, "particularly among
the boys. I think I shall have a hall full this evening. An audience
of three hundred will pay very well. My expenses are light. I do most
of my traveling in this wagon, and at hotels I get the usual
professional reduction."

"Did it take you long to learn the business?"

"I have been learning all along. Every now and then I add a new
trick. I will teach you some."

"I might leave you and set up on my own hook when I have learned,"
suggested Harry, with a smile.

"It will be some time before you look old enough for a magician. When
you are, I'll give you my blessing and send you out."

Meanwhile they had been jogging along, and were already in the main
street of Conway. The professor drew up in front of the village hotel,
and a groom came forward and took his horse.

"Wait a minute my friend," said the professor. "Harry, you can help me
take my implements out of the back of the wagon."

These "implements" were of a heterogeneous character, but all would
come in use in the evening. A number of boys watched their transfer
with mingled awe and curiosity.