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"We'll talk of that later," interrupted the ring-master. "Well, what is it?" he asked as a man came running up to him. "A boy just got clawed by the lion," the man said. "Went too near the cage." "Blame those kids!" cried Jim. "Well, I'll be right over. Have some of the animal men attend to the lad, and I'll get a doctor. Was he one of our boys?"
So the ring-master asked him what made him think of his mother. "This." And he held up the paper-covered hoop. The ring-master couldn't see how that put the clown in mind of his mother. He was awful dumb, that man. "It looks just like the pancakes she used to make for us." Well, sir, we just hollered and laughed at that.
"Something the matter, ma'am?" asked the ring-master, in his shiny tall hat, as he cracked his long whip. "Is someone lost?" "Yes, my little boy Freddie, and we are so worried about him!" "Well, don't worry," said the ring-master kindly. "Boys, and girls too, are lost every day at our circus performances, but they are always found all right. Don't worry. I'll have some of the men hunt for him.
"Never show anger, Don't betray any emotion at all if you can help it." Carrigan wondered what the old ring-master would say could he see him now, backing away slowly from St. Pierre as the giant advanced upon him, for he knew his face was betraying to St. Pierre and his people the deadliest of all sins anxiety and indecision.
When Billy found he could not throw the monkey, he ran for the pole in the center of the ring that supported the tent, and tried to butt him off but the monkey was too quick for him and dodged every time. At last Billy tried rolling with him, but this the ring-master could not allow as it would ruin the saddle strapped to his back.
Here was the ring; here the tent-pole holes, and here a scrap of paper torn from a hoop the bareback rider leaped through.... Oh, now I know what I was going to tell you that the clown said. The comicalest thing! He picked up one of these hoops and began to sniffle. So the ring-master asked him what he was crying about. "I I was thinking of my mother. Smf! My good old mother!"
"Then I'm going to be the ring-master and crack a big whip and wear big boots!" cried Freddie. "I do hope papa will be home for Christmas," sighed Nan, for Mr. Bobbsey's business trip, in relation to lumber matters, had kept him away from home longer than expected. "I have good news for you, children," said Mrs. Bobbsey, coming into the room just then with a letter.
They usually broke up under the strain of rivalry; everybody wanted to be the clown or ring-master; or else the boy they got the barn of behaved badly, and went into the house crying, and all the fellows had to run.
"All right, Joe," said the ring-master, when it was certain Benny could not finish his act. "You'd better get ready to go into the tank. Can you wear Benny's suit?" "I guess so, but it will be a pretty tight fit. It's wet, too, and it isn't going to be easy to get into it." The green, scaly, fish suit had been taken off Benny before he was put into the ambulance.
Out on the little platform at the edge of the tank, Joe took his place. Jim Tracy, standing near by on the ground, pointed up to the queerly-clad figure and made his usual dramatic announcement. "And now," finished the ring-master, "the boy fish will show you that it is as easy for him to live, move and have his being under water, as it is for ordinary mortals in the atmosphere of this earth.
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