"Well, I can do that more easily than I can get some one to work the tank act. It"s lucky you practised that."
"It was luck--nothing else. Well, I"ll do the best I can. I"m going to see Benny to-morrow, and there may be a change for the better."
"I hope there is. I don"t want to lose him out of the show."
Joe went into the tank again at night. It was rather more spectacular in the evening, for special lights above the big gla.s.s box filled with water made it sparkle when the bubbles arose as Joe went through one trick after another.
He did pretty much as he had done in the afternoon, and his act was even better received. The crowd applauded loudly. Joe did not try to stay under water any longer at the evening performance than he had done in the afternoon.
"Time enough to work up that end of it if I have to keep on with the act," he thought.
When he saw Benny at the hospital the next day, it was made certain that Joe would have to keep on with the act, at least for the present, if it was to be billed with the circus.
Poor Benny was worse, instead of better. He could hardly hear and he was too weak to write much. But he did manage to scribble a note:
"Dear Joe," he wrote. "I don"t know what to do. I haven"t been able to save any money, and my mother is an invalid, needing much care. I must try to get back to the tank as soon as possible."
"You"ll do nothing of the sort," wrote Joe in reply, for he did not wish to shout for fear of annoying the patients in the rooms near by.
"Now don"t worry, Ben. It will be all right."
Then Joe wrote out a promise, the keeping of which made quite a change in his prospects, and, for a time, caused him to be misjudged by his friends.
But Benny had a happier look on his face when Joe went out, and the suffering boy put under his pillow a precious piece of paper.
CHAPTER VI
THE SHOW MOVES ON
"What"s the news?" asked Jim Tracy, as Joe came back from the hospital.
"Not very good," was the reply. "Benny"s worse."
"Then he won"t be with us to-day?"
"No, and not for some days to come, I fancy."
"Will you do the act this afternoon and to-night then, Joe? You see we"ve billed it big here, and it"s too late to make a change in this town. When we move on we can drop out that act without its being so noticeable. If necessary I can have that part of our bill poster advertising covered up with blank sheets, though I hate to. But that"s all there is to be done if Benny can"t act."
"No, he can"t act," Joe said. "I"ll go on to-day, of course. The Lascalla Brothers won"t kick, will they?"
"I don"t care if they do. You can do your princ.i.p.al stunts with them, and we"ll shove the tank act back on the programme so as to give you a chance to make the change. I suppose, though, if you keep too much out of the Lascalla act they will be kicking."
"They may want another partner," suggested Joe.
"That"s right," agreed the ring-master. "But there"s one thing, though.
If they ask to have Sim Dobley back again I"ll tell "em it can"t be done. I won"t have that fellow around. That"s flat, let me tell you."
Sim Dobley at one time was one of the Lascalla trio. He was discharged for misconduct, and Joe was given his place in an emergency. This angered Sim and he threatened revenge. Though the other two Lascallas--Tonzo and Sid--wanted Sim back, and though Joe suspected them of at least once trying to cause him to get a humiliating fall, nothing had come of Sim"s threats.
"Yes, they may want him back," Joe admitted. "But I don"t know just what I can do. I"ll go on with as much of my trapeze work here as I can, and also do the tank act. But when we move on----"
"We"ll talk of that later," interrupted the ring-master. "Well, what is it?" he asked as a man came running up to him.
"A boy just got clawed by the lion," the man said. "Went too near the cage."
"Blame those kids!" cried Jim. "Well, I"ll be right over. Have some of the animal men attend to the lad, and I"ll get a doctor. Was he one of our boys?"
"No, some kid who wanted to carry water for the elephants. He isn"t clawed bad--just on his hand."
"Well, I"m glad it isn"t bad."
In spite of his vexation against the lad, Jim had a kind spot in his heart.
The ring-master went to see about the lad, who, it appeared, in his eagerness to get a view of the animals in their cages, had gone too near the one containing a dangerous lion. With a quick, cat-like motion of his great claw, the big beast had ripped some skin from the boy"s outstretched hand. A doctor soon made him comfortable.
Joe looked for Helen to tell her about Benny.
"Oh, I"m so sorry for him!" she exclaimed. "Is there anything I can do?"
"I don"t believe so," was the answer. "He"ll have to stay in the hospital for a while."
Joe did not find it exactly easy to fill the role of two performers, but he did his best, and cheerfully, for he felt he owed a debt of grat.i.tude to Jim Tracy for giving him a chance in the circus.
Joe first had to dress for the trapeze work, and go through with those exploits which were not easy, especially the long swing and the triple suspension. Then Joe, alone, did an act which has been fully described in the book just previous to this one. It is called the "drop back to instep hang," and Joe did it in such a way that it was very thrilling.
The act looked as though an accident had happened and that Joe was falling from the trapeze. But he caught himself in the nick of time.
Joe also did some tricks on a long suspended rope, fastened high in the tent. He slid rapidly down this, headforemost, without the use of his hands. He dropped until it seemed certain that his head would hit the ground, but he stopped himself when about an inch away, amid the plaudits of the crowd.
Then, when he had finished this thrilling work, Joe had to hurry to the dressing tent and put on the green fish suit.
The young "fish" was more at home in the tank on the second day than he had been when he first made his bow to the public in the shimmering, green, scaly suit. He was not so nervous, and this made it easier for him to hold his breath.
Joe also worked in a few new tricks. He spent the morning of the second day of the circus going over his box of apparatus, and he made some changes in certain pieces to enable them to be used under water.
Joe tried to get some celluloid playing cards, but found they would have to be made to order, so he wrote to Professor Rosello, his former chief, and asked him to get them for him.
The professor was still resting, and his show, under lease, was on the road. Joe kept up a correspondence with the man who had given him such a good start toward becoming a public entertainer, and the professor was always glad to hear of the success of his protege.
The circus performers who knew Benny, and there were few who at least did not have some sort of an acquaintance with him, were very sorry to learn of his disablement.
"Well, it"s too bad he can"t be with us!" said motherly Mrs. Talfo, the fat woman. "Benny sure was a nice little boy, and I"m certainly sorry for him."
"So am I," affirmed Senorita Tanlozo, the snake charmer. "He got me some medicine once, when I had a terrible toothache, and I"ll never forget it."
"And will he not ever be able to appear in public again?" asked Senor Bogardi, the lion tamer.