CHAPTER VIII
EXPERIMENTS
Since Joe Strong had decided that he would make of the tank act a better performance than had been possible the first two days of the opening of the circus season, he now resolved to watch the setting up of the big gla.s.s box. Joe wanted to learn all he could about the accessories of the act, for he had some new ideas he intended to put into effect if he found that he could succeed in the new work that had come to him by accident.
"Perhaps I can get up a new idea in regard to dressing the act,"
thought Joe. "If I can, it may take even better than it has, and I can hold the public with me until I can develop my lung power and stay under an even four minutes, or perhaps longer."
To "dress an act" means, in stage language, to set up the scenery and to wear certain costumes, in other words the external fittings that serve to make the act more or less spectacular.
Some acts are "dressed" very simply. That is, there may be only a simple room scene, with a table or chair. Then the actor depends on his action or his "lines" to make an impression on the public.
Another act may be a very showy one with elaborate fittings and expensive costumes, and in this case, as a rule, the acting proper and the lines are not of so much importance.
In Joe"s case he had no "lines," or spoken words, to attract the attention of his audience. It is hard to make the voice carry in a big circus tent, and even an accomplished ring-master often fails in this respect. Of course in Joe"s case he could not talk under water, and aside from the introduction on the part of Jim Tracy there were no "lines."
"But I have an idea," mused Joe, "that I could dress the act differently from Benny"s performance. He had it a little too plain. I don"t know just what I want, but it"s got to be something different.
I"m going to experiment."
Of course there was no time that day to make changes. Already it was nearly time for the parade to be formed on the circus grounds. Joe, as well as several of the other performers, did not go in the parade, for they had to get ready the special apparatus connected with their acts.
In Joe"s case, he had to look after his trapezes, and now, in addition, the tank, in order to make sure that all was in proper shape. Of course there were men whose duties were to see to these things for the performers, but Joe took no chances--he supervised everything himself very carefully, as did Tonzo and Sid Lascalla.
For when one"s life depends on the strength of a wooden bar or on the firmness of a rope, it behooves one to look well to the apparatus.
In regard to the tank, of course, there was comparatively little danger, even should one of the gla.s.s sides break or a leak occur. The worst would be that the water would escape and the act be spoiled. But Joe did not want that to happen, so he carefully watched the men as they took out the parts of the tank and began fitting them together on the raised platform where Joe"s act would occur.
A supply of white sand for the bottom of the tank was carried with the gla.s.s box. When the water was drained off it after the night performance, the sand was put in a box to be used over again.
Joe watched the men slip the big sheets of heavy plate gla.s.s into the metal holding strips at the corners of the tank and tighten up the rubber water-proof fittings. Then the sand was spread over the bottom, the steps, by which Joe reached a little platform on the edge of the water-filled tank, were put in place, and the act was nearly "set."
"Well, I guess I can"t do much more with it now," thought Joe as he saw the tank completed. "I"d better see about my trapezes."
As he crossed to another part of the tent he saw Helen giving some orders about a few pieces of apparatus she used in her tricks with Rosebud.
"Well, Joe," asked the girl, "you haven"t caught any more hippos, have you?"
"No, Helen, one a day is enough. How is everything with you?"
"All right. I"m going to give Rosebud his sugar."
"I"ll walk along with you. I"m going to see about my trapezes."
"Oh, aren"t you going to do the tank act? I thought I saw the men setting it up."
"You did. I"m going to do a double turn--at least for a while."
"Good luck to you!"
Joe"s trapeze work was simpler now that he had added the underwater feature to his circus acts, and it did not take him long to see that the bars, ropes and rings were in perfect condition, all fastenings secure and made so they would not slip when the strain from a long swinging jump came on them.
Then, having a little time on his hands before he would have to go on for the afternoon show, Joe went in to town, to stroll about. The place was filled with country visitors who had come in to see the circus, this being the center of a thriving farming community. Joe, going into a drug store to get an ice cream soda, saw in the window of an establishment next door a large aquarium, in which goldfish were swimming about amid long, waving, green aquatic gra.s.s.
"There"s my idea!" exclaimed Joe, aloud. "Or one of them, anyhow."
"Did you speak to me?" asked an old gentleman, who was just coming out of the drug store as Joe went in.
"No, sir. I beg your pardon. I just thought of something."
"Oh, I see," and with a smile the gentleman pa.s.sed on, while Joe, still thinking deeply, went in to get his soda.
"Well?" asked the clerk, suggestively, as Joe paused at the marble fountain.
"I"ll have a goldfish sundae," said Joe, reflectively.
"What? Say, come again, young fellow! This isn"t a joke shop," and the clerk seemed rather angry.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," Joe hastened to say. "I mean a chocolate nut sundae. I was thinking of goldfish--that"s all."
"That"s different," laughed the clerk. "I thought you were trying to jolly me with the name of a new drink."
And while Joe ate his cream his thoughts were busy with the idea which had suddenly come to him.
"I wonder if Jim Tracy will stand for it," he mused. "I"ve a good notion to do it without asking him. If he doesn"t like it he can say so, and no great harm"s done. I"ll stand the expense myself. If I could get hold of the inheritance Bill Watson thinks ought to come to me through my mother, I"d pull off a still bigger stunt in this tank act.
But I guess I"ll never get any money from England."
So far Joe"s efforts to prove that he was ent.i.tled to anything from his mother"s estate had been unavailing.
"Yes," thought our hero, as he finished his cream and went out, stopping to look at the goldfish in the aquarium, "I"ll do it and trust to luck."
Joe went into the store, which was a place where not only fish, but dogs, cats and birds were sold. He remained some little time in conversation with the proprietor, and some money changed hands. Joe was smiling when he came out.
"At least it will be different, whatever else it is," thought the boy fish, as he may now be called, for he was destined to be billed as that later on.
There was so much taking place in the big circus tent, or "main top" as it is called, that Joe"s activities around the gla.s.s tank were hardly noticed. If any of the circus people saw him they probably believed he was just doing what Benny had often done, looking to see about the temperature of the water, and to be positive that the joints were not leaking.
And when, a little later, a circus attendant brought word to Joe that there was a man with a horse and wagon outside the tent who had a big box for Joe, even that caused no comment, for it was almost time for the show to start and every one was busy about his or her own affairs or special act.
But when Jim Tracy pa.s.sed the platform on which the tank was standing, and saw a big canvas cover wrapped about the sides of the gla.s.s box, he opened his eyes in surprise.
"What"s the idea, Joe?" he asked.
"Oh, just a little experiment," was the answer.
"Experiment! You"re not going to fall down on the act, are you?