"But we do.Therefore, we are just as much to blame as if he did know.And I am not so sure that he doesn't.You can't fool Mr.Sparling.You ought to know that by this time.There isn't a thing goes on in this show that he doesn't find out about, sooner or later, and he is going to find out about this.""I didn't do anything.You did, when you had a scrap with those two fellows out on the lot.""You forget that you started the row by emptying a pail of water on Larry's head.Don't you call that starting doing anything? I do."Phil had to laugh at the comical expression on his companion's face."Well, maybe.""And we haven't heard the last of those fellows yet.They're mad all through.I am sorry I had to hit them.But they would have used me badly had I not done something to protect myself.I should tell the whole matter to Mr.Sparling, were it not that I would get others into trouble.That I wouldn't do.""I should think not."
"By the way, Teddy, there come the bareback riders.Don't you follow after their act?""My! That's so.I had forgotten all about that.Thought I was watching the show just like the rest of the folks.""Better hustle, or you won't get into your makeup in time to go on.There'll be a row for certain if you are late."But Teddy already had started on a run for the dressing tent, bowling over a clown at the entrance to the paddock and bringing down the wrath of that individual as he hustled for the dressing tent and began feverishly getting into his ring clothes.These consisted of a loose fitting pair of trousers, a slouch hat and a coat much the worse for wear.A "Rube" act, it was called in show parlance, and it was that in very truth, more because of Teddy's drollery than for the makeup that he wore.
Phil quickly forgot all about the lecture he had been reading to his companion as the bareback riders came trotting in.His eyes were fixed on a petite, smiling figure who tripped up to the curbing, where she turned toward the audience, and, kicking one foot out behind her, bowed andthrew a kiss to the spectators.
Phil had walked over and sat down by the center pole right near the sawdust ring, so that he might get a better view of the riding.
The young woman who so attracted his attention was known on the show bills as "Little Miss Dimples, the Queen of the Sawdust Arena." Phil, as he gazed at her graceful little figure, agreed that the show bills did not exaggerate her charms at all.
Little Dimples, using the ringmaster's hand as a step, vaulted lightly to the back of the great gray ring horse, where she sat as the animal began a slow walk about the ring.
Phil wondered how she could stay on, for she appeared to be sitting right on the animal's sloping hip.
The band struck up a lively tune, the gray horse began a slow, methodical gallop.The first rise of the horse bounded Little Dimples to her knees, and the next to her feet.
With a merry little "yip! yip!" she began executing a fairy-like dance, keeping time with her whip, which she held grasped in both hands.
"Beautiful!" cried Phil, bringing his hands together sharply.In fact, he had never seen such artistic riding.The girl seemed to be treading on air, so lightly did her feet touch the rosined back of the ring horse.
Little Dimples heard and understood.She flashed a brilliant smile at Phil and tossed her whip as a salute.Phil had never met her, but they both belonged to the same great family, and that was sufficient.
His face broke out into a pleased smile at her recognition and the lad touched his hat lightly, settling back against the center pole to watch Dimples' riding, which had only just begun.It made him laugh outright to see her big picture hat bobbing up and down with the motion of the horse.
"Works just like an elephant's ear when the flies are thick," was the lad's somewhat inelegant comparison.
