Manuel, in the meantime, had drawn closer, paying strict attention to the words of the ringmaster.
"You give money for riding the burro?" questioned the little Spaniard.
"Burro? This is no Mexican burro, this is a donkey!" sniffed Teddy contemptuously.
The ringmaster instantly scented an opportunity to have some fun, and at the same time make the audience laugh. He glanced about to see if Mr. Sparling were under the big top, and not seeing him, instantly decided to take a long chance.
"Do you think you can ride January, sir?"
"I ride burro."
"Very well, it is your privilege to do so if you can. Ladies and gentlemen, this clown has never before attempted this feat.
He thinks he can ride the donkey. If he succeeds he will receive the reward offered by the management of the show, just the same as you would have done had you performed the feat."
Teddy stroked January"s nose, then leaning over, the Circus Boy whispered in the animal"s ear.
"January," he said, "you"ve got a solemn duty to perform.
If you shirk it you are no longer a friend of mine, and you get no more candy--understand? No more candy."
January curled his upper lip ever so little and brayed dismally.
"That"s right; I knew you would agree to the sentiment."
"Get away from his head, Master Teddy. The Spanish clown is about to distinguish himself," announced the ringmaster.
Manuel was an agile little fellow. While the announcement was being made he had been taking mental measurement of the beast and deciding upon his course of action.
Ere Teddy had stepped back the Spaniard took a running start, and, with a leap, landed fairly on the back of the donkey.
The latter, taken by surprise, cleared the ground with all four feet and bucked, but the rider had flung his arms about the donkey"s neck, clinging with both feet to the beast"s body, grimly determined to win that hundred dollars or die in the attempt.
"Go it, January," encouraged Teddy. "Give it to him!
Soak him hard!"
January stood on his hind feet, then on his head, as it were, but still the Spaniard clung doggedly.
By this time the donkey had begun to get angry. He had been taken an unfair advantage of and he did not like it. Suddenly he launched into a perfect volley of kicks, each kick giving the rider such a violent jolt that he was rapidly losing his hold.
"Keep it up! Keep it up! You"ve got him!" exulted the Circus Boy.
The audience was howling with delight.
"There he goes!" shrieked Teddy.
Manuel, now as helpless as a ship without a rudder, was being buffeted over the back of the plunging animal.
Manuel was yelling in his native language, but if anyone understood what he was saying, that one gave no heed. Teddy, on the other hand, was urging January with taunt and prod of the ringmaster"s whip.
Suddenly the Spanish clown was bounced over the donkey"s rump, landing on the animal"s hocks. It was January"s moment--the moment he had been cunningly waiting and planning for.
The donkey"s hoofs shot up into the air with the clown on them.
The hoofs were quickly drawn back, but the Spanish clown continued right on, sailing through the air like a great gaudy projectile.
The audience yelled its approval.
Manuel landed with a crash in the midst of the lower grandstand seats. A second later there was a mix-up that required the united services of a dozen ring attendants to straighten out.
In the meantime, Teddy Tucker was rolling on the ground near the center pole, howling with delight, while January, with lowered head, was trotting innocently toward the paddock.
The ringmaster"s whistle trilled for the next act, and the show went on with its characteristic dash and sprightliness.
However, Teddy Tucker"s plan to get one of the Spanish hat-throwing clowns into trouble had been an entire success.
He had succeeded, also, in making another bitter enemy for the Circus Boys.
CHAPTER III
A DAY OF MEMORIES
Mr. Sparling, the owner of the show, had been a witness of the latter part of Teddy"s act. The showman was standing over near the entrance to the menagerie tent when Manuel took his unexpected flight, and the proprietor sat down on the gra.s.s, laughing until the tears started from his eyes.
The act had been a breach of discipline, so Mr. Sparling prudently kept himself out of sight until the show had progressed further.
Later in the evening he chanced to pa.s.s Teddy out in the paddock.
"Well, my lad, how is January working tonight?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Never better, sir, thank you."
"I presume he obeys your commands perfectly, eh?"
"Does everything I tell him to, Mr. Sparling. I can do anything with that donkey. Why, I could wink at him and make him kick your head off. I--"
"I"ll take your word for it, young man--I"ll take your word for it. Let me warn you to be careful that you do not tell him to do anything that will interfere with the programme.
We must have our acts clean cut, and embodying nothing that has not been arranged for in advance. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," answered Teddy, giving the owner a keen, inquiring glance.
"I"ll bet he saw that," mused the lad. "He"s letting me off easy because he had to laugh, just the same as the rest of the people did."
"What did Mr. Sparling have to say?" questioned Phil, who had emerged from the dressing tent just as Teddy was walking away from the showman.
Teddy told him.
"You got off pretty easy, I must say. It is a wonder he did not discipline you for that."
"Do you think he saw Manuel fly?"