"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.
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