For the present Joe was not trying for an endurance test, and when he had shown three or four different styles of swimming--the old-fashioned breast stroke, the Australian crawl, the overhand style, and so on--he came up.
This was not done to get air, as he had not been under more than two minutes, and he could stay much longer than that. But it was to make the act last a little longer, and to give the ring-master a chance to make a further announcement as to what was to take place.
Always, on a stage, in a theatre or in a circus, the effect of an act is "heightened" as it is called, it is made more dramatic and the public is more deeply impressed, if some one, even the performer, states just what is going to be done, with, perhaps, a reference to the danger or difficulty of it. In this case there was no particular danger, as Joe could come up whenever he wanted to. But it is not easy to stay under water for three minutes.
Joe shot up to the top of the water, and climbed, dripping wet, out on to the rubber-covered platform. He nodded to Jim Tracy to let the ring-master know he was now ready for the second part of the performance.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" cried the circus man, "Mr. Strong will now show you how long he can remain under water. He is going to attempt to stay three minutes--possibly longer. Of course that is not the record, but you are aware of the circ.u.mstances under which this act is being done to-day. During his stay under water Mr. Strong will do some tricks to amuse you. Ready!"
The band blared out as Joe bowed, and once more he made himself ready for the under-water act. While Jim Tracy had been speaking Joe had deflated his lungs, and now he took a full, long and deep breath. Then in he plunged.
As soon as he was on the bottom of the tank, lying full length on the bed of soft white sand, an attendant lowered to him a metal box containing some of Joe"s trick apparatus.
"If I have to do this tank act often I can get some water-proof apparatus made," thought Joe. "But I guess Benny will be back on the job in a few days. I might teach him how to do tricks."
Raising himself on his elbow, with his head resting on his hand in a careless and comfortable att.i.tude, as though lying under water without breathing were the most natural thing in the world, Joe juggled with three small iron b.a.l.l.s, using only one hand. It was an easy enough trick to do "on land" so to speak, but Joe found that the b.a.l.l.s did not move so freely in the water, and he had to make his motions slower.
However, the trick seemed to be appreciated, for he could see the people applauding.
"If I only had some celluloid playing cards, I could do some tricks with those under water," Joe reasoned, as he kept juggling the b.a.l.l.s.
"Water won"t hurt celluloid. I must have a pack made." Joe was an adept at card tricks, and they would show off well under water, he thought.
In order that the audience on all sides of him might see, Joe now turned slowly about under water, facing to the four sections of the tank.
He was beginning to wonder how many minutes had now ticked off, but he knew it could not be three yet, though he was beginning to feel the strain. He had not had as much practice at holding his breath under water as Benny Turton.
"It might be a good thing to have a clock just outside the tank where I could look at it," thought Joe. "That"s another point I"ll suggest to Benny when he gets back to work."
After his juggling act was over Joe did a few simple "disappearance"
tricks--that is he showed objects, such as cubes and b.a.l.l.s, in his hands and then, by a mere motion, he caused them to vanish. This he accomplished by the familiar "palming" method. Also he concealed the things in the false bottoms of two metal vases he was using under water.
It was not a very finished performance, and Joe really had not had time to work out as many details as he wished. But he was doing very well, and the audience seemed pleased. At any rate a panic had been averted and the circus crowd was not given a chance to find fault because something down on the programme had not been given. The management had kept faith with the public.
Joe"s head was beginning to ache a little now, and his chest felt the strain of holding his breath. But he was not going to come up yet.
Benny had done a trick of picking up in his mouth a number of metal coins from the bottom of the tank. Joe wished he had practised that trick, but he had not, and he knew it would be risky to attempt it.
However, he decided to try and see if he could open his mouth under water.
It was not easy, but he did it. A little water got down his throat, but he found that by pressing the back of his tongue up against his soft palate he could close the opening to the throat and wind-pipe, and, at the same time, open his mouth.
"If I keep on I"ll be able to eat under water," thought Joe, "and that"s something Ben can"t do--or, at least, hasn"t done."
Then Joe bethought himself of a little finish to his tank act. He knew he must bring it to a close soon now, for he was about at the limit of his ability to hold his breath.
It might be said that the ability to hold one"s breath differs greatly in individuals. It follows that a person of large lung capacity is able to fill himself with a greater amount of oxygen than a person whose lungs are not well developed.
The world"s record, it is said, is four minutes and thirty-seven seconds, and is held by a man. A girl, about eighteen years old, has remained under water doing various things, such as picking up objects in her mouth, three and a half minutes. It can be seen that it is not always a man or a boy who has the largest lung capacity. This girl was not remarkable for size, being, in fact, rather frail. But she had under-water endurance down to a science, and it is even said that her last record was four minutes.
Sponge and pearl divers of tropical countries are credited with power to remain under water for long periods--some claim five minutes--but the records give about three minutes as the average, though it is possible that some exceptional individual may equal five minutes. But they have to work hard while under water, and, of course, divers go deeper than the eight feet in Joe"s tank.
Opening his mouth under water gave the young performer an idea.
He stretched out his arms in a tired and lazy manner, yawned with wide-open mouth as though sleepy, and then, using the box his tricks came in as a pillow, he stretched out on the sandy bottom of the tank, and pretended to go to sleep.
And this, coming at the end of his little performance, and when he had been under water nearly three minutes, made quite an impression on the crowd. There was some laughter at Joe"s comical antics, but there were also murmurs of wonder at his endurance.
However, Joe was about at the end of this now. His head felt dizzy and it seemed as if his lungs would burst through his chest, so great was the confined pressure on them now.
Still he knew he must not hurry up, gasping for breath. Benny never did that, but came out as though he could have stayed under all day if he had cared to. It made a far neater finish to the act.
So Joe slowly opened his eyes, pretended to look at a watch as though it were time to get up, and then he slowly floated to the top of the water.
And oh! how good it did feel to get that breath of air. He wanted to gulp in a whole lot of it at once, but he held himself in reserve, and tried to breathe naturally. It was hard work, though.
"Three minutes and four seconds!" announced the ring-master, as he held up his watch. "If I am wrong correct me, friends."
"Good work! Fine, Joe!" cried the ring-master. "You saved the day for us. I put some one else on your trapeze for the time being. I thought you wouldn"t want to go on."
"No, hardly. Glad you did. Do you think it went all right?"
"It sure did!"
"Oh, Joe! I"m so glad--for you!" exclaimed Helen as the young performer went down the steps to the ground.
"Look out! I"ll get you all wet!" he warned her.
"I don"t mind," she answered blushingly. "Oh, it was great!"
"I"ll do better, next time," Joe said. "I wonder how Benny is? I think I"ll go to the hospital and find out as soon as I get into my regular clothes."
"I"ll go with you," offered Helen.
The two young people, their circus work over for the afternoon, were soon on their way to the hospital. The doctor who had attended Benny in the tent met them.
"Well, what"s the news?" asked Joe.
"It"s bad, I"m sorry to say," was the answer.
"Is--is Benny going to die?" asked Helen, clasping Joe"s arm.
"No, he won"t die, but it will be a long while before he can join the circus again."
CHAPTER V
JOE"S PROMISE