Dimples brushed a hand across her eyes.
"I shall cry when I get back to my dressing tent. I know I shall," she said, with a tremor in her voice that she strove to control.
Then Dimples smiled bravely, waving a hand at the audience, though her heart was sad.
"What had we better do with him, Phil?"
"We can do nothing at present--not until the show is ended.
Then, there is only one thing to do."
"You mean he will have to be--"
"Yes, Dimples, he will have to be shot," answered Phil.
"But the audience?"
"Have a couple of attendants come in here and pretend to be working over Jim. That will make the audience think the animal"s foot is injured rather than fatally hurt," suggested Phil Forrest.
"A good idea," said Mr. Sparling, giving the necessary orders.
Tell them not to disturb the spot, not trample it down.
"Why?" questioned the showman in surprise.
"I"ll tell you later. I have my own reasons."
Phil motioned to Teddy to approach.
"Sit down here in the ring and watch the horse and the men around him," directed the Circus Boy. "I"ll tell you why later."
The show went on with a snap and dash. Meanwhile, Phil, his clothes torn, his face grimy with dirt, started down the concourse toward the pad room, hand in hand with Little Dimples.
Their progress was a triumphal one so far as the audience was concerned, for the people cheered them all the way and until the slender riders had disappeared behind the crimson curtain just beyond the bandstand.
Phil quietly washed the dirt from his face, and pulling on his street clothes over his ring costume, started to reenter the arena.
At that moment Mr. Sparling came hurrying in. The two met in the pad room.
"Phil, how did that accident happen?" demanded the showman.
"You saw it, did you not, Mr. Sparling?"
"Yes. But I was unable to understand how it occurred."
"That is exactly what is bothering me," answered the lad, with a peculiar smile that the owner of the show was not slow to catch.
"You suspect something?"
"I suspect I got a b.u.mp that I shan"t forget soon," laughed the Circus Boy. "It is a wonder I did not break my neck."
"You undoubtedly saved Dimples" life at the risk of your own.
You are the pluckiest lad--no, I"ll say the pluckiest _man_ I have ever known."
"Don"t make me blush, Mr. Sparling."
"Nevertheless, I wish you wouldn"t take chances on that act again. Give the audience the same old act and they will be satisfied with that."
"Didn"t you like the act?"
"Like it?"
"Yes."
"It was the finest exhibition of its kind that I ever saw.
I hope neither the Ringlings, nor Barnum and Bailey, nor any of the big shows get a peep at that act."
"Why?"
"Because were they to do so I would be sure to lose my little star performers right in the middle of the season," laughed the owner.
"Oh, I hardly think so. I do not wish to leave this show.
Had it not been for you I should still be doing ch.o.r.es for my board and clothes back in Edmeston. Now wouldn"t that be fine?"
"Very," grinned the showman.
"Whatever I have accomplished I have you to thank for."
"You mean you owe to your own brightness and cleverness.
No, Phil, you are a boy who would have succeeded anywhere.
They can"t keep you down--no, not even were they to sit on you."
"If Fat Marie, with her five hundred and odd pounds, were to sit on me, I rather think I would be kept down," answered the Circus Boy, with a hearty laugh in which Mr. Sparling joined uproariously.
"What is Teddy doing out in the ring?"
"I left him there to keep an eye on the injured horse."
"Why, Phil?"
"Until I could get back and make an examination."
"Very well; I want to see you after you have done so."
"I will look you up."
With that Phil hurried out into the arena. None of the spectators appeared to recognize the lad in his street clothes.
Besides, he tried to avoid observation. He might have been one of the spectators, except that he picked his way, among the ropes and properties down through the center, where the public were not allowed to go.
"The rest of you may go," said Phil, reaching the ring where Jim lay breathing heavily. "Thank you for easing off old Jim.