"Yes, and there"s rough stuff no end pulled off on the stage right before the audience"s eyes. The best fooler I ever saw was Lottie"s. She had a bunch of trained cats. She loved them to death right before everybody, especially if a trick wasn"t going good. What"d she do? She"d take that cat right up in her arms and kiss it. And when she put it down it"d perform the trick all right all right, while the audience applauded its silly head off for the kindness and humaneness she"d shown. Kiss it? Did she? I"ll tell you what she did. She bit its nose."
"Eleanor Pavalo learned the trick from Lottie, and used it herself on her toy dogs. And many a dog works on the stage in a spiked collar, and a clever man can twist a dog"s nose and n.o.body in the audience any the wiser. But it"s the fear that counts. It"s what the dog knows he"ll get afterward when the turn"s over that keeps most of them straight."
"Remember Captain Roberts and his great Danes. They weren"t pure-breds, though. He must have had a dozen of them--toughest bunch of brutes I ever saw. He boarded them here twice. You couldn"t go among them without a club in your hand. I had a Mexican lad laid up by them. He was a tough one, too. But they got him down and nearly ate him. The doctors took over forty st.i.tches in him and shot him full of that Pasteur dope for hydrophobia. And he always will limp with his right leg from what the dogs did to him. I tell you, they were the limit. And yet, every time the curtain went up, Captain Roberts brought the house down with the first stunt. Those dogs just flocked all over him, loving him to death, from the looks of it. And were they loving him? They hated him. I"ve seen him, right here in the cage at Cedarwild, wade into them with a club and whale the stuffing impartially out of all of them. Sure, they loved him not. Just a bit of the same old aniseed was what he used.
He"d soak small pieces of meat in aniseed oil and stick them in his pockets. But that stunt would only work with a bunch of giant dogs like his. It was their size that got it across. Had they been a lot of ordinary dogs it would have looked silly. And, besides, they didn"t do their regular tricks for aniseed. They did it for Captain Roberts"s club. He was a tough bird himself."
"He used to say that the art of training animals was the art of inspiring them with fear. One of his a.s.sistants told me a nasty one about him afterwards. They had an off month in Los Angeles, and Captain Roberts got it into his head he was going to make a dog balance a silver dollar on the neck of a champagne bottle. Now just think that over and try to see yourself loving a dog into doing it. The a.s.sistant said he wore out about as many sticks as dogs, and that he wore out half a dozen dogs. He used to get them from the public pound at two and a half apiece, and every time one died he had another ready and waiting. And he succeeded with the seventh dog. I"m telling you, it learned to balance a dollar on the neck of a bottle. And it died from the effects of the learning within a week after he put it on the stage. Abscesses in the lungs, from the stick."
"There was an Englishman came over when I was a youngster. He had ponies, monkeys, and dogs. He bit the monkey"s ears, so that, on the stage, all he had to do was to make a move as if he was going to bite and they"d quit their fooling and be good. He had a big chimpanzee that was a winner. It could turn four somersaults as fast as you could count on the back of a galloping pony, and he used to have to give it a real licking about twice a week. And sometimes the lickings were too stiff, and the monkey"d get sick and have to lay off. But the owner solved the problem. He got to giving him a little licking, a mere taste of the stick, regular, just before the turn came on. And that did it in his case, though with some other case the monkey most likely would have got sullen and not acted at all."
It was on that day that Harris Collins sold a valuable bit of information to a lion man who needed it. It was off time for him, and his three lions were boarding at Cedarwild. Their turn was an exciting and even terrifying one, when viewed from the audience; for, jumping about and roaring, they were made to appear as if about to destroy the slender little lady who performed with them and seemed to hold them in subjection only by her indomitable courage and a small riding-switch in her hand.
"The trouble is they"re getting too used to it," the man complained.
"Isadora can"t prod them up any more. They just won"t make a showing."
"I know them," Collins nodded. "They"re pretty old now, and they"re spirit-broken besides. Take old Sark there. He"s had so many blank cartridges fired into his ears that he"s stone deaf. And Selim--he lost his heart with his teeth. A Portuguese fellow who was handling him for the Barnum and Bailey show did that for him. You"ve heard?"
"I"ve often wondered," the man shook his head. "It must have been a smash."
"It was. The Portuguese did it with an iron bar. Selim was sulky and took a swipe at him with his paw, and he whopped it to him full in the mouth just as he opened it to let out a roar. He told me about it himself. Said Selim"s teeth rattled on the floor like dominoes. But he shouldn"t have done it. It was destroying valuable property. Anyway, they fired him for it."
"Well, all three of them ain"t worth much to me now," said their owner.
"They won"t play up to Isadora in that roaring and rampaging at the end.
It really made the turn. It was our finale, and we always got a great hand for it. Say, what am I going to do about it anyway? Ditch it? Or get some young lions?"
"Isadora would be safer with the old ones," Collins said.
"Too safe," Isadora"s husband objected. "Of course, with younger lions, the work and responsibility piles up on me. But we"ve got to make our living, and this turn"s about busted."
Harris Collins shook his head.
"What d"ye mean?--what"s the idea?" the man demanded eagerly.
"They"ll live for years yet, seeing how captivity has agreed with them,"
Collins elucidated. "If you invest in young lions you run the risk of having them pa.s.s out on you. And you can go right on pulling the trick off with what you"ve got. All you"ve got to do is to take my advice . . . "
The master-trainer paused, and the lion man opened his mouth to speak.
"Which will cost you," Collins went on deliberately, "say three hundred dollars."
"Just for some advice?" the other asked quickly.
"Which I guarantee will work. What would you have to pay for three new lions? Here"s where you make money at three hundred. And it"s the simplest of advice. I can tell it to you in three words, which is at the rate of a hundred dollars a word, and one of the words is "the.""
"Too steep for me," the other objected. "I"ve got a make a living."
"So have I," Collins a.s.sured him. "That"s why I"m here. I"m a specialist, and you"re paying a specialist"s fee. You"ll be as mad as a hornet when I tell you, it"s that simple; and for the life of me I can"t understand why you don"t already know it."
"And if it don"t work?" was the dubious query.
"If it don"t work, you don"t pay."
"Well, shoot it along," the lion man surrendered.
"_Wire the cage_," said Collins.
At first the man could not comprehend; then the light began to break on him.
"You mean . . . ?"
"Just that," Collins nodded. "And n.o.body need be the wiser. Dry batteries will do it beautifully. You can install them nicely under the cage floor. All Isadora has to do when she"s ready is to step on the b.u.t.ton; and when the electricity shoots through their feet, if they don"t go up in the air and rampage and roar around to beat the band, not only can you keep the three hundred, but I"ll give you three hundred more. I know. I"ve seen it done, and it never misses fire. It"s just as though they were dancing on a red-hot stove. Up they go, and every time they come down they burn their feet again.
"But you"ll have to put the juice into them slowly," Collins warned.
"I"ll show you how to do the wiring. Just a weak battery first, so as they can work up to it, and then stronger and stronger to the curtain.
And they never get used to it. As long as they live they"ll dance just as lively as the first time. What do you think of it?"
"It"s worth three hundred all right," the man admitted. "I wish I could make my money that easy."
CHAPTER XXIX
"Guess I"ll have to wash my hands of him," Collins told Johnny. "I know Del Mar must have been right when he said he was the limit, but I can"t get a clue to it."
This followed upon a fight between Michael and Collins. Michael, more morose than ever, had become even crusty-tempered, and, scarcely with provocation at all, had attacked the man he hated, failing, as ever, to put his teeth into him, and receiving, in turn, a couple of smashing kicks under his jaw.
"He"s like a gold-mine all right all right," Collins meditated, "but I"m hanged if I can crack it, and he"s getting grouchier every day. Look at him. What"d he want to jump me for? I wasn"t rough with him. He"s piling up a sour-ball that"ll make him fight a policeman some day."
A few minutes later, one of his patrons, a tow-headed young man who was boarding and rehearsing three performing leopards at Cedarwild, was asking Collins for the loan of an Airedale.
"I"ve only got one left now," he explained, "and I ain"t safe without two."
"What"s happened to the other one?" the master-trainer queried.
"Alphonso--that"s the big buck leopard--got nasty this morning and settled his hash. I had to put him out of his misery. He was gutted like a horse in the bull-ring. But he saved me all right. If it hadn"t been for him I"d have got a mauling. Alphonso gets these bad streaks just about every so often. That"s the second dog he"s killed for me."
Collins shook his head.
"Haven"t got an Airedale," he said, and just then his eyes chanced to fall on Michael. "Try out the Irish terrier," he suggested. "They"re like the Airedale in disposition. Pretty close cousins, at any rate."
"I pin my faith on the Airedale when it comes to lion dogs," the leopard man demurred.
"So"s an Irish terrier a lion dog. Take that one there. Look at the size and weight of him. Also, take it from me, he"s all s.p.u.n.k. He"ll stand up to anything. Try him out. I"ll lend him to you. If he makes good I"ll sell him to you cheap. An Irish terrier for a leopard dog will be a novelty."
"If he gets fresh with them cats he"ll find his finish," Johnny told Collins, as Michael was led away by the leopard man.
"Then, maybe, the stage will lose a star," Collins answered, with a shrug of shoulders. "But I"ll have him off my chest anyway. When a dog gets a perpetual sour-ball like that he"s finished. Never can do a thing with them. I"ve had them on my hands before."