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Updated: May 11, 2025
They were going to give the fat woman a hoist, when the boss canvasman gave the signal to take down the tents, and all was in a hubbub for about 15 minutes.
Then, if somebody will lend me a whip, I'll tan his jacket to my own taste." January uttered a loud bray. "Well, do something," shouted a canvasman. "We can't wait all night on the gait of that donkey." "All right; if any of you fellows think you know the inside workings of a donkey's mind better than I do, just come and lead this angelic creature on board the 'Fat Marie."
"T-h-h-h-at's what I say," chattered Phil. "Say, are you kids going to get busy, or do you want me to help you to?" Phil did not object to work, but he did not like the way the canvasman spoke to them. "I guess you'll have to do your own work. Come on, Teddy; let's take a run and warm ourselves up." Hand in hand the lads started off across the field.
Lift it up, Bill." The boy slid from the chariot to the ground and made haste to pass under the wall which had been raised by a canvasman. Braddock followed him into the huge tent. A small army of men were erecting the seats for the afternoon performance. David realized that he was in the "main top."
The four boys watched their chance, and walking around the main tent, crawled under some slanting seats and then got close to the canvas that divided the main tent from that used by the performers in "making up." "Grandy, you must know what became of the little rascal," they heard the ringmaster say. "He came in here." "So he did, sir," was the answer of a canvasman. "But he didn't stay.
Raising the pole, assisted by the boss canvasman, he was able to reach the loop. The iron spike in the end of the pole was thrust through the loop, and by exerting considerable pressure they were able to force the loop slowly toward the ground. "You'll have to hurry! I can't hang on much longer," cried Phil weakly. "We'll hurry, my lad. It won't be half a minute now," encouraged Mr. Sparling.
"It is curious how you remember things that happened when you were a boy, isn't it? I thought of something to-night I hadn't thought of for twenty years. A little circus came to town. While they were setting up the tent the lines for the gasolene tank got fouled in the block at the top of the centre pole. The head canvasman offered a quarter to any boy that would climb the pole and free the block.
Pa tried to be cheerful, and he said: "Well, we will give the evening performance, and when the Indians are all in the tent we can turn out the lights and turn the boys loose on them, and maybe they will find some of the money in their breech clouts." "You don't mean to rob them, do you?" said the boss canvasman, and pa said: "No, no; far from it. We will borrow it of them.
The boss canvasman, not the hardened brute that he appeared to be, had stored him away in the damp interior of the ponderous wagon, first providing him with dry blankets on which he could sleep with some security and no comfort.
"I didn't understand all he said. Some of it was in Spanish, but what I did understand was enough," grinned the boy. "Strong language, eh?" "Phil, he can beat the boss canvasman in that line." "I am surprised, Teddy Tucker." "So was I." "I don't mean that. I am surprised that you should so far forget yourself as to do such a thing.
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