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After he had beheaded the majority of the tonos, and deprived others of their seigniories and provinces, which he granted again to men devoted to his party; and after his return to the capital, triumphant over his enemies, and master of the whole kingdom: he inflicted special punishment upon the governors, by having them crucified immediately, and their ears cut off, and then carried through the streets of the principal cities of Usaca, Sacay, Fugimen, and Miaco, in carts, until they died on the crosses in the midst of other tortures.
Augustine had had a station for a short time, and anchored there. Thence the captain advised the court of Miaco that he had been unable to reach Quanto. He sent also the letters for the religious and what was to be given to Daifu.
But I am sure it will be something quite serious." "You better look out for yourself," growled Teddy. "I'll take care of myself." "Yes; the way you did last night," retorted Phil, with a hearty laugh. "Come on, now; let's not quarrel. I want to find some of our old friends. Isn't that Mr. Miaco over there by the dressing tent?" "Sure."
Can't you fellows talk? Oh, it's Forrest, is it? How did it happen?" One of the performers who had witnessed the accident related what he had observed. "Huh!" grunted the showman, stepping up beside Phil and placing a hand on the boy's heart. "Huh!" "He's alive, isn't he, Mr. Sparling?" "Yes. Anybody gone for the doctor?" "Miaco has." "Wonder any of you had sense enough to think of that.
"Does it make any difference where I place my trunk, Mr. Miaco?" "It does, my lad. The performers' trunks occupy exactly the same position every day during the show year. I'll pick out a place for you, and every morning when you come in you will find your baggage there. Let me see. I guess we'll place you up at the end, next to the side wall of the dressing room.
"He means Little Dimples," Mr. Miaco informed him. "Oh." Phil hurried from the tent. Dimples was sitting on a property box, industriously engaged on a piece of embroidery work. She made a pretty picture perched up on the box engaged in her peaceful occupation with the needle, and the lad stopped to gaze at her admiringly. Dimples glanced down with a smile.
When do you begin taking lessons?" "Taking 'em now." "From Mr. Miaco?" "Yes. I did a turn off the springboard this afternoon with the 'mechanic on, " meaning the harness used to instruct beginners in the art of tumbling. "How did you make out?" "Fine! I'd have broken my neck if it hadn't been for the harness." Phil laughed heartily. "I should say you did do finely.
Have you a trunk to keep your stuff in?" "No; I have only a bag." "I've got a trunk in here that's not in use. If you want to drag it over to the men's dressing tent you're welcome to it." Phil soon had the trunk, which he hauled across the open paddock to the place where the men were settling their belongings. He espied Mr. Miaco, the head clown.
Leather upholstered seats were built into the sides of the cabin, and with mouths and hands full, the circus people soon took possession of the seats, where they ate and chatted noisily. "Funny thing about Jim," said one of the performers. "What do you suppose made him fall, Mr. Miaco?" "I don't know. Probably for the same reason that anyone falls." "What is that?"
The next morning Phil asked Mr. Miaco, the head clown, if he knew where they were going. "I do not," answered the clown. "This route has kept me guessing. Boss Sparling may be headed for Australia for all I know. He's just as likely to go there as anywhere else. Has the Spaniard bothered you since that mix-up?" "No." "Well, keep away from him. That is my advice." "I shall not bother him.
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