neither drink nor gamble."

"Good for you."

"Say, when are you two fellows goin' to stop talkin'?" was heard from a
neighboring berth. "You don't give a fellow a chance to sleep."

Kit and his new friend took the hint and addressed themselves to
slumber.

CHAPTER XXI.

KIT MEETS A SCHOOLMATE.

Kit slept profoundly, being very tired. He was taken by surprise when,
the next morning, he was shaken into a state of wakefulness, and opening
his eyes met those of his neighbor Harry Thorne.

"Is it morning?" he asked, in a sleepy tone.

"I should say it was. It is a quarter after nine, and the parade starts
at ten."

"The parade?"

"Yes; we give a morning parade in every place we visit. If you are not
on hand to take part in it, you will be fined five dollars."

"I'll be up in a jiffy," said Kit, springing out of his berth. "But
there's time enough, isn't there?"

"Yes; but not too much. You will want to get some breakfast. By the way,
are you used to driving?"

"Oh, yes. I have done a good deal of it," answered Kit.

"I thought so, as you are a country boy. How would you like to drive a
span of horses attached to one of the small chariots?"

Kit was extremely fond of a horse, and he answered promptly, "I'll do
it."

"There are two. The other is driven by Charlie Davis, once a performer
but now a ticket man. He is a little older than you."

"All right! I don't see how I came to sleep so late."

"You and Charlie are good matches. Once he went to bed Saturday night,
and did not wake up till Monday morning."

"That beats my record!"

Kit was dressed in less than ten minutes.

"Where shall I get breakfast?" he asked.

"The regular breakfast is over, and you will have to buy some. There is
a restaurant just opposite the lot. You might get in with one of the
cooks, and get something in the cook tent."

"No; I'll go to the restaurant. To-morrow I'll be on hand at the regular
breakfast."

The restaurant was a small one, with no pretensions to style, but Kit
was hungry and not particular. At the same table there was a dark
complexioned boy of about his own size, who had just begun to dispatch a
beefsteak.

He looked up as Kit seated himself.

"You're the new acrobat, are you not?" asked the other.

"Yes; are you Charlie Davis?"

"Yes; how do you know me?"

"Harry Thorne was speaking of you."

"I see you're one of the late birds as well as I. I generally have to
buy my breakfast outside.