THE CIRCUS BOYS WIN NEW LAURELS
"Bareback riders out!" shouted the callboy, poking his head into the dressing tent.
"Get out!" roared a clown, hurling a fellow performer's bath brush at the boy, which the youngster promptly shied back at the clown's head, then prudently made his escape to call Little Dimples in the women's dressing tent.
Phil Forrest, proud and happy, bounded out into the paddock, resplendent in pink tights, a black girdle about his loins, sparkling with silver spangles.
Little Dimples ran out at about the same time.
"How do I look?" he questioned, his face wreathed in smiles.
"If you ride half as well as you look today, you will make the hit of your life," twinkled Dimples merrily."There, don't blush.Run along.The band is playing our entrance tune.Mr.Ducro will be in a fine temper if we are a second behind time."For that day, and until Phil could break in on another animal, Little Dimples had loaned her gray to him, for Phil did not dare to try the experiment of riding a new horse at his first appearance.Altogether too much depended upon his first public exhibition as a bareback rider to permit his taking any such chances.
Dimples owned two horses, so she rode the second one this day.
As Phil walked lightly the length of the big top, which he was obliged to do to reach ring No.1 in which he was to ride, his figure, graceful as it was, appeared almost fragile.He attracted attention because of this fact alone, for the people did not recognize in him the lad who had that morning stayed the stampede of the herd of huge elephants.
"Now keep cool.Don't get excited," warned Dimples as she left him to enter the ring where she was to perform."Forget all about those people out there, and they will do the rest."Phil nodded and passed on smiling.Reaching his ring he quicklykicked off his pumps and leaped lightly to the back of his mount, where he sat easily while the gray slowly walked about the sawdust arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced the equestrian director."You see before you the hero of the day, the young man who, unaided, stopped the charge of a herd of great elephants, saving, perhaps many lives besides doing a great service for the Sparling Combined Shows.""What did you do that for?" demanded Phil, squirming uneasily on the slippery seat where he was perched.
"Unfortunately," continued the Director, "our principal male bareback rider was slightly injured in that same stampede.The management would not permit him to appear this evening on that account, for the Sparling Combined Shows believe in treating its people right.Our young friend here has consented to ride in the regular rider's place.It is his first appearance in any ring as a bareback rider.I might add that he has been practicing something less than three weeks for this act; therefore any slips that he may make you will understand.Ladies and gentlemen, I take pleasure in introducing to you Master Phillip Forrest, the hero of the day-- a young man who is winning new laurels on the tanbark six days in every week!"The audience, now worked up to the proper pitch of enthusiasm by the words of the director, howled its approval, the spectators drumming on the seats with their feet and shouting lustily.Phil had not had such an ovation since the day he first rode Emperor into the ring when he joined the circus in Edmeston.
The lad's face was a few shades deeper pink than his tights, and nervous excitement seemed to suddenly take possession of him.
"I wish you hadn't done that," he laughed."I'll bet I fall off now, for that.""Tweetle!Tweetle!" sang the whistle.Crash!
At a wave of the bandmaster's baton, the band suddenly launched into a smashing air.
The ringmaster's whip cracked with an explosive sound, at which the gray mare, unaffected by the noise and the excitement, started away at ameasured gallop, her head rising and falling like the prow of a ship buffeting a heavy sea.
Phil was plainly nervous.He knew it.He felt that he was going to make an unpleasant exhibition of himself.
"Get up! Get going! Going to sit there all day?" questioned the ringmaster.
Phil threw himself to his feet.Somehow he missed his footing in his nervousness, and the next instant he felt himself falling.
"There, I've done it!" groaned the lad, as he dropped lightly on all fours well outside the wooden ring curbing, which he took care to clear in his descent.
