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Updated: June 10, 2025
"N-o-o," reflected Phil slowly, "I thought I was a goner." "While the rest of our crowd were hiking for cover, like a lot of 'cold feet, you were diving right into the heart of the trouble, picking up my principal equestrienne. Then you sent her away and stopped to face the herd of bulls. Jumping giraffes, but it was a sight!"
Now be steady and remember your training as an equestrienne. Grab me by the neck and hang on and we'll be out of here in a minute." I lifted her to my left shoulder and with my free right hand steadied myself against the wall of the tunnel. The bed of the brook was of soft sand and formed a fairly good footing.
Dagget is the heroine of our story, she deserves a description in detail. Her early life had been spent in the wilds of Northern New York, where she became versed in fishing, hunting, and wood-craft. She grew up in that almost unbroken wilderness to more than woman's ordinary stature, and with a masculine firmness of nerve and fiber. We need hardly add that she was an admirable equestrienne.
"They're worth having to see you ride, Miss." "There, Marco!" cried the equestrienne brightly, "that is the handsomest compliment I ever received." "The kid's a mascot," pronounced Marco in his heavy, earnest way. "He found my lost traps, and he maybe saved your life. What can we do for you, now?" Andy shook his head vaguely. His bright face clouded.
"Vardri, Vardri, I wonder what will be the end of it all?" The walls of the Hippodrome were no longer adorned with gaudy posters whereon flared a travestied portrait of "The beautiful English equestrienne." No longer for Arithelli were showered roses, the tribute of head-lines in the weekly journals, and the welcome of many voices.
Its haute ecole was its pride, and it demanded for its premiere equestrienne the homage due to the great artists of the world. Bernhardt of the Comedie Francaise I think she was still there in those far-off days, Patti of the Opera and Mlle Renee Saint-Maur of the Cirque Rocambeau were three stars of equal magnitude. The circus toured through France from year's end to year's end.
The kind-hearted equestrienne smiled brightly. "Take care of the others first, Mr. Scripps," she said. "While I have these, we won't exactly starve." Miss Stella Starr shook the glittering diamond pendants in her pretty pink ears. "Thank you," bowed the manager, choking up a trifle. "Andy Wildwood?" "I'm a mere speck in the show," said Andy, "but I'll stick if there isn't a cent of salary.
But though I wandered a long two hours into every hole and corner where trouble might have its breeding-place, nothing but noise took place in my sight and hearing. I turned disgustedly away toward the tents pitched in a grassy valley between the two Gatuns. At least there was a faint hope that the equestrienne might assault the ring-master.
The equestrienne sank gracefully to a rest on the flank of the big white horse, patting him affectionately, while some hands began rolling great tubs into the ring. These were to form a pyramid, up one side of which and down the other the white horse was to pass. Suddenly, as Andy's interest was divided between the ring and the equestrienne, a sharp crack rang out.
"I have been forced to learn from a casual reading of society events that this remarkable heiress is without an equal as an equestrienne, that she paints, sings, drives a sixty-horse-power Mercedes with a skill and a courage which discourages the French chauffeurs, and does other athletic and artistic feats, but I have yet to learn that she golfs."
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