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But Phil was up like a rubber man and off again as if every animal in the menagerie was pursuing him. The spectators catching the meaning of his flight, stood up in their seats and howled lustily. Phil Forrest had made a hit that comes to few men in the sawdust arena. "That was a knockout, kid," nodded Mr. Miaco, with emphasis. "I'm laughing on the inside of me yet.
When the parade starts blow your confounded head off if you want to. Make all the noise you can. You'll have plenty of company. When the parade breaks up, just take off your makeup and turn it over to Mr. Miaco." "You mean these clothes?" "Yes. They're a part of the makeup. You'll have to wash the makeup off your face.
There was nothing they could do to liberate him from his uncomfortable position until the momentum of his swing had lessened sufficiently to enable them to catch him. "Hold your right steady!" cautioned Miaco. "If you twist it you'll take a beauty tumble." Teddy hadn't thought of that before. Had Miaco known the lad better he would not have made the mistake of giving that advice.
While this matter was being attended to, news reached Miaco of the departure of the ship from the harbor, and the skirmish with the Japanese over it, and of this they complained anew to Diafu. He showed that he was troubled at the departure of the ship and the discourtesy to it, and at the outrages committed by the Japanese.
Jumbo could do pretty much everything except talk, but occasionally the stubbornness of his kind took possession of him. At such times the trick mule was wont to do the most erratic things. "How'd you like to ride him in?" chuckled Miaco, who stood regarding the lad with a broad smile. "If I had a saddle I wouldn't mind it," grinned Teddy's funny face as an accompaniment to his words.
He acted with caution, and kept much closer watch thenceforward, without leaving his ship or allowing his men to leave it alone, or any of the merchandise to be unloaded. At the same time he sent his brother, Don Alonso de Ulloa, and Don Antonio Maldonado to Miaco with a reasonable present for Daifusama, that he might have provision given them and permission to go out again from that harbor.
First, the kid gets us into a scrimmage with the roustabouts, then he slam bangs into the dressing tent with a fool mule and puts the whole business out of the running." "Was Mr. Sparling was he mad?" asked Phil, laughing until the tears started. "Mad? He was red headed," replied Miaco. "Where's Teddy?" "He got stuck in the strong man's trunk there.
"So am I," agreed Teddy. "You boys should get a sandwich or so and keep the stuff in your trunk while we are playing these country towns. When we get into the cities, where they have restaurants, you can get a lunch downtown after you have finished your act and then be back in time to go out with the wagons," Mr. Miaco informed them.
"I am," interposed Teddy pompously. "I always was." "Yes; you're the whole show from your way of thinking," laughed Mr. Miaco. "I must go see if my trunk is placed. See you later, boys." After leaving the clown, the lads strolled about the lot. They soon discovered that the Sparling Shows was a big organization. The tents had been very much enlarged and the canvas looked new and white.
A final grip of the hands of the boy and the injured performer followed, after which Phil Forrest stepped back to make way for the surgeon, who had hurried to a wagon to fetch his case. "You see, an accident always casts a cloud over a show and makes the performers uncertain," said Mr. Miaco that night as he and Phil were watching the performance from the end of the band platform.
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