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"Come, aren't you two going to get to work?" demanded the ringmaster. "You attend to your own work. We'll look out for ours," snapped Dimples. "Yes, and if you think you can do better just come up and try," added Phil, with a good-natured laugh. "Up, Dimples!"
The ringmaster held up his hand as a signal to the audience that the daring act was about to take place. Phil crept a little nearer. All at once the girl gracefully threw herself into the air. He judged she had cleared the back of the animal by at least three feet, a high jump to make straight up with unbent knees.
"I hope that boy did run away," said Snap as he and his friends turned back to look at the rest of the performance. "I don't see why such a nice looking lad should travel with such a crowd as this." "Oh, I suppose some of the circus folks are good people," answered Whopper. "But not that ringmaster." "He ought to be tarred and feathered, and I'd like to help do it," came from Giant.
She was quite unembarrassed, however, as she dropped the hand with a final pat and vaulted to the ground over the side of the car. "Get busy, there!" she ordered. "Where's your understander where's your top-mounter?" She became a circus ringmaster. "Three up and a roll for yours," she commanded. The three villains aligned themselves on the lawn.
The ringmaster waved his hand to the band, which instantly blared forth and to its music Phil Forrest tripped lightly down the concourse, being obliged to go three-fourths of its length to get to the ring where he was to perform. His journey led him right past the grandstand seats where his admiring school fellows were sitting, or rather standing.
In the summer, with the Big Top, I often simulated the ringmaster to make announcements from the center ring. It was a feature all right, seeing a little guy doing a big man's job. "Oh I'll make 'em hear all right, but what they are to hear is the problem. To the midget stuff I thought I would add a few paragraphs about circus people, the different kinds and what they do.
That would have taken up time, and time, just then, was what Joe wanted most. "Evidently none of you know how the trick is done," commented the ringmaster, when his offer of ten thousand dollars was not taken advantage of. "We will now proceed to the next illusion, that of causing a beautiful lady to disappear and vanish into thin air before your very eyes.
"Not that I know of. If there are any horses in the show with an ear for music, I haven't heard of them. They take a lot of notice of the ringmaster." "Does it take them long to learn this work?" "Not long; a couple of months will teach a ring horse; of course, some are better than others." "First of all we teach them to come up to you, with the whip, like horsebreakers do.
One two three times he whirled about in his marvelous backward somersault. "Let go your tuck!" commanded the ringmaster, meaning that Phil was to release the grip of his hands which were holding his legs doubled close against his body. The lad quickly straightened up, spreading his arms to steady himself in his descent.
You've gone and done it now," growled the ringmaster. "It's all up. You've lost them sure." The audience was laughing and cheering at the same time. Feeling her rider leave her back the gray dropped her gallop and fell into a slow trot. Phil scrambled to his feet very red in the face, while Mr. Sparling, from the side lines, stood leaning against a quarter pole with a set grin on his face.
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