The real
work of the act was about to start. Phil never having seen the
young woman ride, did not know what her particular specialty was.
Just now he was keenly observing, that he might learn
her methods.
Dimples' next act was to jump through a series of paper hoops.
This finished, she leaped to the ring, and, taking a running
start, vaulted to the back of her horse.
"Bravo!" cried Phil, which brought another brilliant smile from
the rider. She knew that it was not herself, but her work,
that had brought this expression of approval from the Circus Boy,
whom she already knew of by hearing some of the other performers
tell of his achievements since he joined the circus less than a
year ago.
"The ring is rough. I should have thought they would have
leveled it down better," Phil grumbled, noting the uneven surface
of the sawdust circle with critical eyes. "I'll bet Mr. Sparling
hasn't seen that, or he would have raised a row. But still
Dimples seems very sure on her feet. I wonder if she does any
brilliant stunts?"
As if in answer to the lad's question, the "tweetle" of the
ringmaster's whistle brought everything to a standstill under the
big top. Even the band suddenly ceased playing.
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