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I'm the old original iron-jawed, brass-mounted, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wilds of Arkansaw! Look at me! I'm the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam'd by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the small-pox on the mother's side! Look at me!
She opened it on a struggle, Rimrock begging and threatening and trying gingerly to break away; and iron-jawed L. W. with his sling flying wildly, holding him back with his puffed-up game hand. "Excuse me, Miss Fortune," panted L. W. brokenly, "but I just had to fetch this unmannerly brute back. He can't come, like he did, to my place of business and speak like he did about you.
But Teddy didn't care. The lad was interested in the suggestion of the Iron-Jawed Man. Had he known that the suggestion had been made after secret conference of certain of the performers, Tucker might have felt differently about it. There was something in the air, but the Circus Boy did not know it. "What kind of clown act would you advise me to get up?" he asked.
"Muddy gasoline," nodded Millbank tersely an iron-jawed, over-groomed man of forty, with a florid face shaved blue. "We passed Mr. Plank's big touring-car," observed Lydia Vyse, shifting Tinto to the couch and brushing the black and white hairs from her automobile coat. "How much does a car like that cost, Leroy?" "About twenty-five thousand," he said gloomily.
"He might take it seriously?" "He already has done that. So be careful." Teddy nodded. But the lads had not yet heard the last of "Red" Larry. "Ever try clowning, young man?" asked the Iron-Jawed Man. Teddy Tucker shook his head. "Why don't you?" "Nobody ever asked me." "Then you had better ask the boss to let you try it.
It was bitter irony of fate that Belding should lose his favorite, the one horse more dear to him than all the others. Somewhere out on the trail a raider was fighting the iron-jawed savage Blanco Diablo. "I reckon we're some lucky," observed Jim Lash. "Lucky ain't enough word," replied Ladd. "You see, it was this way. Some of the raiders piled over the fence while the others worked on the gate.
Reaching the dressing tent, the mock policemen let the air out of the rubber ball, whereat Teddy sat down heavily in a pail of water. The performers danced around Tucker, singing an improvised song about the human football. Gradually the angry scowl on the face of the Circus Boy relaxed into a broad grin. "How do you like being a clown now?" jeered the Iron-Jawed Man.
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