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Manuel was yelling in his native language, but if anyone understood what he was saying, that one gave no heed. Teddy, on the other hand, was urging January with taunt and prod of the ringmaster's whip. Suddenly the Spanish clown was bounced over the donkey's rump, landing on the animal's hocks. It was January's moment the moment he had been cunningly waiting and planning for.
Sparling worked his way in from the pad room, as the open enclosure between the two dressing tents is called. Phil had picked up the ringmaster's whip and was cracking it to attract the attention of the people to what he was trying to tell them.
The youthful acrobat did look as if he had been sick and was not yet entirely over it. He walked slowly over to one of the ropes and grasped it in his thin, white hands. "I -I can't go up, Mr. Jones," the chums heard him whisper to the ringmaster. "Yes, you can -and will, or I'll cut you with the whip!" was the ringmaster's harsh answer, and he cracked his lash loudly.
The ringmaster's whistle trilled for the next act, and the show went on with its characteristic dash and sprightliness. However, Teddy Tucker's plan to get one of the Spanish hat-throwing clowns into trouble had been an entire success. He had succeeded, also, in making another bitter enemy for the Circus Boys. Mr.
Teddy had perched himself on Jumbo's back while the mule was awaiting his turn to enter the ring, which he did alone, performing his act with nothing save the crack of the ringmaster's whip to guide him. Somebody had jammed a clown's cap on Teddy's head, while someone else had hit it a smash with the flat of his hand, until the peak of the cap lopped over to one side disconsolately.
There he paused for one brief instant, as if uncertain whether to do a certain thing or not. Recalling the ringmaster's words, the spectators at first were at a loss to account for the odd-looking figure that was clinging to the back of the educated mule. Suddenly they broke out into roars of laughter, while the performers peering through the red curtain fairly howled with delight.
Buck was all over scars where they'd scratched and bit him, and I wasn't going to do it; and I didn't have to, owin' to Miss St. John's standin' by me like a good one." "Who was Miss St. John?" asked Mrs. Moss, rather confused by the sudden introduction of new names and people. "Why she was 'Melia, Mrs. Smithers, the ringmaster's wife. His name wasn't Montgomery any more'n hers was St. John.
Have you had any trouble?" "We had a slight disagreement," admitted the lad. "Tell me about it." "Wait! There goes the music." The ringmaster's whip cracked its warning and the gray horse started at a slow gallop. Phil was up beside his companion with agility and grace. The first round or two they stood poised on the horse, while Phil related briefly what had taken place between himself and Diaz.
I am afraid it would prove too much for us." "I've got a tent stake. I'm not afraid. Why didn't you bring a club?" "I have the ringmaster's whip. I prefer that to a club when it comes to meeting a wild lion. Hello, up there!" called Phil, discovering two men looking out of a window above him. "Hello yourself. You fellows belong to the circus?" "Yes.
Then the ringmaster he see how he had been fooled, and he WAS the sickest ringmaster you ever see, I reckon. Why, it was one of his own men! He had got up that joke all out of his own head, and never let on to nobody. Well, I felt sheepish enough to be took in so, but I wouldn't a been in that ringmaster's place, not for a thousand dollars.
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