"Studying and exercising."
"Yes; I knew, from your condition, that you have been keeping up your work. Got anything new?"
"Not much. Trapeze."
"Good! I"ll bet you will be in some of the flying-bar acts before the season is over. We have a lot of swell performers this season."
"So I have heard. Who are some of them?"
"Well, there"s the Flying Four."
"Who are they?" questioned Teddy.
"Trapeze performers. They"re great--the best in the business.
And then there"s The Limit."
"Talk United States," demanded Teddy. "The Limit? Whoever heard of that?"
"In other words, the Dip of Death."
Teddy shook his head helplessly.
"That is the somersaulting automobile. A pretty young woman rides in it, and some fine day she won"t. I never did like those freak acts. But the public does," sighed the old circus man.
"The really difficult feats, that require years of practice, patrons don"t seem to give a rap for. But let somebody do a stunt in which he is in danger of suddenly ending his life, then you"ll see the people howl with delight. I sometimes think they would be half tickled to death to see some of us break our necks.
There"s a friend of yours, Phil."
"Who?"
"Emperor, the old elephant that you rode last year. They are taking him to the menagerie tent."
"Whistle to him, Phil," suggested Teddy.
Phil uttered a low, peculiar whistle.
The big elephant"s ears flapped. The procession that he was leading came to a sudden stop and Emperor trumpeted shrilly.
"He hasn"t forgotten me," breathed Phil happily. "Dear old Emperor!"
"Pipe him up again," urged Teddy.
"No; I wouldn"t dare. He would be likely to break away from Mr. Kennedy and might trample some of the people about here.
See, Mr. Kennedy is having his troubles as it is."
"Done any tumbling since you closed last fall?" questioned Mr. Miaco.
"We have practiced a little. I want to learn, if you will teach me--"
"Why, you can tumble already, Phil."
"Yes; but I want to do something better--the springboard."
"They"ve got a leaping act this year."
"How?"
"Performers and clowns leap over a herd of elephants.
You"ve seen the act, haven"t you?"
"Oh, yes; I know what it is. I wish I were able to do it."
"You will be. It is not difficult, only one has to have a natural bent for it. Now, your friend Teddy ought to make a fine leaper."
"I am," interposed Teddy pompously. "I always was."
"Yes; you"re the whole show from your way of thinking," laughed Mr. Miaco. "I must go see if my trunk is placed. See you later, boys."
After leaving the clown, the lads strolled about the lot. They soon discovered that the Sparling Shows was a big organization. The tents had been very much enlarged and the canvas looked new and white.
In the menagerie tent the boys found many new cages, gorgeous in red and gold, with a great variety of animals that had not been in the show the previous summer.
Emperor"s delight at seeing his little friend again was expressed in loud trumpetings, and his sinuous trunk quickly found its way into Phil Forrest"s pocket in search of sweets. And Emperor was not disappointed. In one coat pocket he found a liberal supply of candy, while the other held a bag of peanuts, to all of which the big elephant helped himself freely until no more was left.
"Have you got my trappings ready, Mr. Kennedy?" asked Phil of the keeper.
"You"ll find the stuff in fine shape. The old man has had a new bonnet made for Emperor and a new blanket. He"ll be right smart when he enters the ring today. Been over to the cook tent yet?"
"Yes; but not for breakfast. We are going soon now. We want to see them raise the big top first."
When the boys had pa.s.sed out into the open they observed the big circus tent rising slowly from the ground where it had been laid out, the various pieces laced together by nimble fingers.
Mr. Sparling was on the lot watching everything at the same time.
This was the first time the tent had been pitched, and, as has been said before, most of the men were green at their work.
Yet, under the boisterous prodding of the boss canvasman, the white city was going up rapidly and with some semblance of system.
As soon as the dome of the big top left the ground the boys crawled under and went inside. Here all was excitement and confusion. Men were shouting their commands, above which the voice of the boss canvasman rose distinctly.
The dome of the tent by this time was halfway up the long, green center pole, while men were hurrying in with quarter poles on their shoulders, and which they quickly stood on end and guided into place in the bellying canvas.
The eyes of the Circus Boys sparkled with enthusiasm.
"I wish we were up there on the rings," breathed Teddy.
"We shall be soon, old fellow," answered Phil, patting him on the shoulder. "And for many days after this, I hope. h.e.l.lo, I wonder what"s wrong up there?"
Phil"s quick glance had caught something up near the half-raised dome that impressed him as not being right.
"Look out aloft!" he sang out warningly.
"The key rope"s going. Grab the other line!" bellowed the boss canvasman.