It was a relief to Joe to swim about in the tank after what he had done in the forty feet of water, and he floated about with Lizzie, doing graceful turns, exhibiting some of his tricks, and eating under water.
The seal seemed to show much affection for her young owner, and took piece after piece of fish from his hand beneath the surface.
Joe"s act was applauded again and again, and he had to take several curtain calls, though, of course, there was no curtain in the circus.
"It went well, Joe! It was big!" whispered Jim Tracy, as our hero went to his dressing-room after the act was over. "It"s the biggest card yet. I"m going to have new posters printed, showing you rescuing the diver."
"Oh, I wouldn"t do that."
"Sure I will. And say, Joe, if you want to ask for more money I won"t object," and the ringmaster smiled.
"Well, I can always use it," Joe replied.
Jim Tracy nodded, but he wondered what Joe was doing with his large salary--that is, large in circus circles.
At night an even larger crowd came to the circus, and Joe"s act seemed the center of attraction. He was glad, not only on his own account, but because it helped to advertise the circus.
Jim Tracy made a hasty change in plans and stayed two more days in the town where Joe had made the rescue, since it was the center of a large community. And each additional day and night saw the big tent jammed.
Joe"s fame was spreading.
He called on Tom Rand in the hospital, and was glad to find the diver much improved. Rand explained how the accident had happened.
He was adjusting the valve, which was impossible to work from the gate house above, when his foot slipped in the mud. As the pipe was partly open, his leaden-soled boot became jammed in the crack. Try as he did, he could not get loose, and he was losing hope when Joe came swimming down to him.
"I thought at first you were a big fish, such as I"ve often seen in my ocean-diving work," said the man. "And when I had a good look at you I sure was startled."
"Well, they call me the boy fish," Joe said with a smile.
Dr. Wertz was at the hospital, and shook his head at seeing Joe.
"I can"t understand why you aren"t suffering from your under-water work," said the physician. "I am, as perhaps you know, engaged by the company for whom Mr. Rand works. It employs several divers, and on tasks where there is a risk I am always on hand to be ready to aid the men if necessary. That is why I happened to be at the reservoir."
"I have made a study of diseases and ailments brought on by water pressure and diving work, and I wonder you do not show some signs of ear or throat trouble."
"I"d like to talk to you about that," said Joe. "The young man whose place I took is suffering from that. He is going deaf and dumb, they tell me," and Joe gave all the details of Benny"s case.
"And you say they have given up hope of curing him?" asked Dr. Wertz.
"Yes," said Joe. "Can it be done? Would an operation help?"
"It would," said the physician quickly. "I have not done it myself, nor do I feel justified in attempting it. But there is a fellow countryman of mine, now in New York, who has operated most successfully. His fees are high, not necessarily for himself, but a complicated apparatus is necessary, and it takes several a.s.sistants and nurses who must be paid.
I have no doubt but if Dr. Ha.s.senberg operated on your friend he could cure him!"
"Then," said Joe slowly, "I wish you would arrange it for me. I want Benny cured!"
CHAPTER XXV
GOOD NEWS
These were busy days in the circus. Again the end of the season was drawing near. Fall was at hand, and in some places the Sampson Brother"s Show had to compete with county fairs with their exhibitions of big pumpkins, fat pigs and monster ears of corn, to say nothing of the horse-racing.
But the circus with which Joe traveled did good business. And it is not exaggerating to say that a good deal of it was due to Joe"s fame. For his rescue of the diver had been heralded over all the country, and particularly in the section where the circus was then playing.
Crowds came daily and nightly to see Joe in the tank with the trained seal, and now, more than ever, persons were taking out their watches and timing Joe"s stay under water.
He had resumed that feature of his exhibition, and though he never again equaled his record of four minutes and forty seconds, he several times stayed under for thirty-seven seconds beyond the four minutes, thus evening up with the record established as a world"s record--that is, so far as is known.
Now and then Joe introduced something new in the way of a trick, for he still kept up his sleight-of-hand practice, not knowing when it might be useful. He could not do much of that under water, but what he did do was novel in effect. Lizzie, too, was very teachable, and she and Joe became great friends. It may seem queer to have a seal for a pet, but they are very intelligent animals, and, unlike a fish, they can live out of water.
Joe heard from Tom Rand, the diver. He had fully recovered and was again back at his perilous calling. He wrote to Joe thanking him for having saved his life, but, as has been said, Joe rather counted it an even thing for had the diver not caught him in time our hero would certainly have been drawn into the pipe and killed.
The water committee of the town also pa.s.sed a vote of thanks to Joe for his work, for he had saved them large expense and perhaps a suit for damages in case the diver had been drowned.
It was the last few weeks of the circus. Joe had been working hard, and so had Helen, for she had introduced some new effects with her trick horse. Joe had given up most of his trapeze work to devote more time to his tank, but he still did a few of his most thrilling feats on the bars.
"Let"s go for a ride," he said to Helen one day, as he brought out his motor-cycle. "It"s too nice to stay around the lot. I"ll get you back in time."
"Please do," she urged. "And don"t leave me in order to go diving in reservoirs, either."
"I won"t," Joe promised.
They rode off through the beautiful country, and when it was nearing noon Joe turned about.
"Why are you in such a hurry to get back?" asked Helen. "We don"t go on until nearly three o"clock, and we aren"t far from the grounds."
"I"m expecting a telegram," Joe said, "and I want to be on hand when it comes."
"A telegram," repeated Helen. "Oh, Joe! is it about your mother"s estate in England?"
Joe shook his head.
"I guess there isn"t any estate," he said. "I"ve given up hope of that.
No, this is something else."
But he offered no explanation, and though Helen felt, in view of their friendship, that he might tell her, still she did not ask.
As they reached the circus grounds and Joe was putting away his motor-cycle, he saw Tonzo Lascalla coming toward him.
"Well, and how is the millionaire to-day?" asked the trapeze performer.
"Millionaire?" asked Joe, in some surprise.
"Why, yes, you must be that since you get so much money and are never known to spend any," returned the Spaniard.
There was a sneer on his face, and his words showed how much contempt he thought he felt for Joe.