Phil blew a kiss to the amazed owner, turning back to the ring again.By this time Mrs.Robinson had placed the jumping board in the ring--a short piece of board, one end of which was built up about a foot from the ground.Then she started the ring horse galloping again.
Phil, measuring his distance, took a running start and vaulted, landing on his feet on the animal's back, then, urging his mount on to a lively gallop about the sawdust ring, he threw himself into a whirlwind of graceful contortions and rapid movements, adding some of his owninvention to those usually practiced by bareback riders.
Phil dropped to the hip of the gray, his face flushed with triumph, his eyes sparkling.
"How is it, Mr.Sparling?" he called.
The showman was clapping his hands and clambering down the aisle from his position near the top row of seats.
"You don't mean to tell me you have never tried bareback riding before this season?" he demanded.
"No, sir; this is my first experience."
"Then all I have to say is that you will make one of the finest bareback riders in the world if you keep on.It is marvelous, marvelous!""Thank you," glowed the lad."But if there is any credit coming to anyone it is due to Mrs.Robinson.She taught me how to do it," answered Phil gallantly.
Little Dimples shook a small, brown fist at him."He knows how to turn a pretty compliment as well as he knows how to ride, Mr.Sparling," bubbled Dimples."You should just hear the nice things he said to me back in the paddock," she teased.
Phil blushed furiously.
"Shall I ride again?" he asked.
"Not necessary," answered the owner."But, by the way, you might get up and do a somersault.Do a backward turn with the horse at a gallop," suggested Mr.Sparling, with a suspicion of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"A somersault?" stammered Phil, somewhat taken back."Why--I-- I--I guess I couldn't do that; I haven't learned to do that yet." "Not learned to do it?I am surprised."Phil looked crestfallen.
"I am surprised, indeed, that there is one thing in this show that you are unable to do." The manager broke out into a roar of laughter, in which Little Dimples joined merrily.
"May I go on?" asked the lad somewhat apprehensively."May you?May you?Why, I--"At that moment Teddy Tucker came strolling lazily in with a long,white feather tucked in the corner of his mouth.
The showman's eyes were upon it instantly."What have you there?" he demanded."Feather," answered Teddy thickly.
"I see it.Where did you get it?"
"Pulled it out of the pelican's tail.Going to make a pen of it to use when I write to the folks at Edmeston," answered the boy carelessly.
"You young rascal!" thundered Mr.Sparling."What do you mean by destroying my property like that? I'll fine you! I'll teach you!""Oh, it didn't hurt the pelican any.Besides, he's got more tail than he can use in his business, anyway.""Get out of here!" thundered the manager in well-feigned anger."I'll forget myself and discharge you first thing you know.What do you want?""I was going to ask you something," answered Teddy slowly.
"You needn't.You needn't.It won't do you any good.What is it you were going to ask me?""I was going to ask you if I might go in the leaping act." "The leaping act?""Yes, sir.The one where the fellows jump over the elephants and--" "Ho, ho, ho!What do you think of that, Phil?What do you--""I can do it.You needn't laugh.I've done it every day for three weeks.I can jump over four elephants and maybe five, now.I can--""Yes, I have seen him do it, Mr.Sparling," vouched Phil."He is going to make a very fine leaper."The showman removed his broad sombrero, wiped the perspiration from his brow, glancing from one to the other of the Circus Boys.
"May I?"
"Yes, yes.Go ahead.Do anything you want to.I'm only the hired man around here anyhow," snapped the showman, jamming his hat down over his head and striding away, followed by the merry laughter of Little Dimples.
