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The next moment the Dobson jibed under the impulse of the mainsail, and the swinging boom snapped Hiram's plug hat afar into the sea, and left the showman flat on his back, dizzily rubbing a bump on his bald head.
"But the audience?" "Have a couple of attendants come in here and pretend to be working over Jim. That will make the audience think the animal's foot is injured rather than fatally hurt," suggested Phil Forrest. "A good idea," said Mr. Sparling, giving the necessary orders. Tell them not to disturb the spot, not trample it down. "Why?" questioned the showman in surprise. "I'll tell you later.
His calm, professional demeanor was not to be disturbed by the blustering but kind- hearted showman, and the showman, knowing this from past experience, relapsed into silence until such time as the surgeon should conclude to answer him. "Did he fall on his head?" he questioned, looking up, at the same time running his fingers over Phil's dark-brown hair. "Looks that way, doesn't it?"
Sparling had come to place no little reliance on the judgment of his young Circus Boy. "What made you say that, Phil?" "I had no particular reason. Perhaps I thought I was saying something funny." "Nothing very funny about that," answered the showman. "I agree with you." "I thought perhaps you might ask me where we were routed for this season."
"The Middle Ages revisited, en automobile! However, I'll do my best as showman in the circumstances." So he drove us into a splendid square, where Palladio was at his grandest with characteristic façades, galleries, and stately colonnades.
'Tend to cases!" broke in Hiram, impatiently. "And about that time the things began to act out round my place, and the Haskell boy told me that she was braggin' how she had me bewitched." "And you believed that kind of infernal tomrot?" inquired the showman, wrathfully. Somewhat to the Cap'n's astonishment, Hiram seemed to be taking only a sane and normal view of the thing.
You'll have to pay for this!" Another man, who appeared to be the proprietor, now came from a wagon in the rear of the cavalcade. "What's that about damages?" he cried. "I'll pay nothing! I have a permit to travel on the highway!" "You have no right to scare horses!" Willis retorted. "Your lion made a horrible noise." "His noise wasn't worse than your hog stench!" the showman rejoined hotly.
Great was the disappointment of many who, having read his humorous papers descriptive of his exhibition of snakes and waxwork, and who having also formed their ideas of him from the absurd pictures which had been attached to some editions of his works, found on meeting with him that there was no trace of the showman in his deportment, and little to call up to their mind the smart Yankee who had married "Betsy Jane."
"I should like it better than anything else in the world." "Sign this contract, then," snapped the showman, thrusting a paper toward Phil Forrest, at the same time dipping a pen in the ink bottle and handing it to him. "You will allow me to read it first, will you not?" "Good! That's the way I like to hear a boy talk.
"And that is why you wish to keep on earning money?" suggested Ruth reflectively. "That is why," Wonota returned, nodding. At this point in the conversation the showman himself came up. He smirked in an oily manner at the white girls and tried to act kindly toward his pretty employee. Wonota scarcely looked in the man's direction, but Ruth of course was polite in her treatment of Dakota Joe.
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