"A great act!"
He told Joe as much when the boy fish came out to breathe, as Lizzie had also to do, for a seal has lungs, and not gills like a fish.
"It was a great act, Joe!" said the ring-master.
"It remains to be seen whether she"ll do as nicely in public," Joe replied.
CHAPTER XVIII
SAD NEWS
Joe spent as much time as he could spare before the afternoon performance in practising with Lizzie. The trained seal seemed to have taken naturally to the boy fish and was becoming quite friendly. She would let Joe put his arms around her as they both swam under water, and she made no attempts to bite. This was one thing Joe had feared, for he knew that a nip from the sharp teeth of the sea-lion would make a bad wound.
But Lizzie seemed content with the fish, and the number of them she could eat and the ease with which she bit them into two pieces when they were too large to take at one mouthful showed her appet.i.te as well as the strength of her jaws and the keenness of her teeth.
"Going to put on the new act this afternoon, Joe?" asked the ring-master at the conclusion of the practice.
"I think I"d better not," was the answer. "Something might go wrong, and it would queer me, I think. Wait a few days. I want to get her used to the tent, the crowds and the lights. You see, she has only worked in theatres up to the present time."
"Well, maybe you"re right," agreed the ring-master.
So that afternoon Joe did his usual tank act, with the goldfish placed in the big gla.s.s box. Joe ate his bananas under water, and though he tried to equal his other record of four minutes and ten seconds he had to come up two seconds sooner than the day before.
"I guess I"ve been going it too hard practising with Lizzie," he reflected. "Then, too, I didn"t have a motor-cycle ride. I must get out the machine."
The trained seal was brought into the tent that evening before the night performance and allowed to climb up the steps to get a fish. The gasoline incandescent lights were set aglow, for Joe"s object was to see if the strange surroundings at night would bother the seal any.
But Lizzie did not seem to mind. She flopped her way up the steps, ate the fish and plunged into the tank of water, from which the goldfish had again been taken.
"I"ll have to think up some way of keeping them in when I work with Lizzie in the water," mused Joe. "They"re too pretty to leave out of the act, but unless I put a muzzle on her I don"t see how I can keep her from eating them. Well, I"ll think of that later."
Joe did not get in the tank with Lizzie for practice that night, as he wanted her to learn gradually. Then, too, he was rather tired, and he had his trapeze work to do in addition to his aquatic act.
That night Lizzie, by Joe"s orders, was left in her crate in the big tent while the show went on. Joe"s object was to let the seal hear the music and the various noises, to see the lights, and to grow accustomed to the general atmosphere of a night performance in the "main top."
"Then she"ll understand what she has to go through with six days out of the week during the season," said Joe.
But something funny happened at that night"s performance. Joe was in the midst of his tank act, and was getting ready to come out, prior to going in for the endurance test, when he heard the now familiar:
"Hook! Hook! Ook!"
"Lizzie"s loose!" he exclaimed, looking around from the platform on which he stood, inflating his lungs with air to get ready for the four-minute--and longer--under-water stay.
And there, flapping her way over the ground toward the steps that led to the tank platform, was the trained seal. She had gotten out of her crate--though how Joe did not know--and was coming to the place she remembered as her feeding station.
Joe had to act quickly. The tank contained the goldfish, and to let Lizzie in now would mean that some of the pretty fish would be eaten.
It would not do to have that happen in public.
"Take her back!" Joe cried to some of the ring attendants. "Don"t let her get on the steps."
For Lizzie moved quickly and she could ascend the steps in a very short time, hitching herself along by her flippers. And once at the top, Joe knew a sight of the goldfish swimming around freely in the tank would be too much for the seal.
But Lizzie did not want to be caught, and she flapped away from the attendants who ran after her. They laughingly pursued the seal, and a little boy in the crowd cried:
"Oh, Mamma! What a funny game of tag! They"re trying to make the seal it!"
Those about the youngster laughed, and Joe joined in. But Lizzie, while agile, was more used to the water than the land, and she was soon caught and carried, barking protestingly, to her crate. Joe ran over and saw that the door was securely fastened before he went on with his act.
"I don"t want her to come splashing in after the fish when I"m trying to hold my breath for an under-water record," reflected Joe.
Lizzie did not get out again, and Joe went through his turn successfully, though he did not quite equal his former endurance.
"I must be out in the air more and increase my breathing capacity," he decided. "The motor-cycle for me!"
Joe"s life was now a busy one--busier even than when he had traveled about with Professor Rosello. For the boy fish still kept up his trapeze work--at least, the greater part of it--he did his usual tank work, and in addition he rehea.r.s.ed each day with Lizzie. He was not yet quite ready to put that act on in public. He wanted to make it a finished piece of work, with no chance for failure, as far as he could foresee.
Still Joe found time to practise some on the motor-cycle. He had mastered the method of controlling and driving it, and all he needed now was practice. Joe had been a good bicycle rider, and this stood him in good stead though the motion was much swifter, and the exhilaration of fairly flying through s.p.a.ce with no effort on his part was new to him.
He found that this swift motion in the open air was doing him good. His lung power, which was most excellent, was improved, and he began to have hopes of equalling the world"s record of under-water work--four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
"And I"ll even try to beat it," he thought.
Joe found time to ride immediately after breakfast when his tank was being set up in the tent. He did not take part in the parade, and having seen to it that the gla.s.s box was being properly put together, and having fed Lizzie, he would ride off around the country on the motor-cycle. And as he rode Joe began to turn over in his mind plans for utilizing the machine in some trick.
"Though I don"t just see my way clear to it now," he told himself.
Finally Joe became so well-used to the gasoline bicycle, as he sometimes called it, that he took Helen out with him, she sitting on the seat in the rear. Naturally a good equilibrist, the girl took easily to the motor-cycle, and even when Joe went at top speed on some smooth road she liked it.
"Oh, it"s just great!" she said. "I"ll think Rosebud is terribly slow after this."
The time quickly came when Joe was first to exhibit the seal in public.
Lizzie had been behaving well, and in private she and Joe did all sorts of tricks under water. Joe took down with him to his table some pieces of fish. While he ate the bananas he would hold up on a fork a piece of fish for Lizzie to take.
The seal would curve gracefully downward, take the morsel and eat it under water, even as Joe ate his fruit. It made a novel scene.
"And now to see how it goes in public!" said Joe.
The big tent was crowded when the boy fish entered his tank that afternoon, and after going through some preliminary work, showing the tricks with the celluloid cards and other of his sleight-of-hand performances, Joe gave the signal, and Lizzie was let out of her cage.
Barking and uttering her peculiar cry, she flapped her way to the steps. Up them she went, taking the piece of fish left there to tempt her, and then into the tank she plunged with Joe. Of course the goldfish were not being used.
Then, while the wondering crowd looked on, Joe and the seal swam about together, showing off to the best advantage. It was a good act, and the throng appreciated it, applauding mightily. To cap the climax, Joe and the seal ate under water. Lizzie behaved perfectly, paying no attention to the crowd. Nor did the transparent sides of gla.s.s annoy her as they had just a little at first, when she would sometimes unexpectedly b.u.mp her nose against them.
It was one of the best aquatic exploits ever exhibited, and the ring-master so announced it. Jim Tracy was delighted with Joe"s work, and Joe was pleased himself. Lizzie was certainly a great acquisition.