That day week Phil left the office on the expiration of his notice, having meanwhile written to Mr Western and to Joe. Then he returned to his room, packed the few valuables he possessed, and a couple of changes of clothing in a waterproof bag, and with this under one arm, and a roll of coarse blankets under the other, set out for the menagerie. "That you, youngster?" Timms asked cheerily. "'Pon my word I hardly expected you. Some fellows back out of a job like this at the last moment. But come along and I'll show you where you will sleep, and who will be your mate. He's a good fellow, and will show you the ropes." Passing outside the building, Timms led the way to a large yard at the back in which was an assortment of the caravans which usually accompany a circus. "Jim!" he shouted. "Here, Jim, your new mate's arrived. Show him round." A jovial and dirty face, with a two-days' growth of beard upon it, was thrust out of a wagon, and a voice called out: "Come right in here, mate. Glad to see yer. Bring your togs along." Phil scrambled up the steep steps and into the wagon, where, having grasped the hand extended to him, he looked round with some curiosity, noticing with much interest the two neat little bunks, one above the other, at the farther end, the diminutive table close to one red-curtained window, and the stove on the other side, filled with paper shavings of all colours, and gold tinsel, with its chimney of brightly-polished brass. "Queer little house, mate, ain't it?" sang out the man who went by the name of Jim, busying himself with a pot of hot water and a shaving-brush and soap. "Yes, I've never been in a van of this sort before," said Phil. "It looks comfortable, and at any rate must be a good shelter on wet nights." "That it is, mate, and you'll find it so precious soon. We start at daylight to-morrow on a long trip to the south, and I tell yer it's mighty pleasant to know as there's a warm fire, and a dry bed to get into, when the water's coming down in buckets, and the wind's that cold it freezes yer to the marrer." Phil noted every little article in the van, and listened to the scrape, scrape of the razor as Jim removed his bristles. When this operation was completed, Jim took him round the horses, and having initiated him into the mysterious duties of a stableman, invited him back to the wagon to tea.