The Circus Boy threw both hands under Dimples' outstretched
arms with the intention of jerking her down to her feet,
then springing from the curbing with her before both should
topple over.
His plan worked well up to the point of catching her.
But instantly upon doing so he realized that she was moving
with such speed as to make it impossible for him to retain
his balance.
Dimples was hurled into his arms with great force, bowling Phil
over like a ninepin. Yet, in falling, he did not lose his
presence of mind. He hoped fervently that he might be fortunate
enough not to strike on a stake, of which there were many on that
side of the ring.
"Save yourself!" gasped the girl.
Instead, Phil held her up above him at arm's length. When he
struck it was full on his back, the back of his head coming in
contact with the hard ground with such force as to stun him
almost to the point of unconsciousness. As he struck he gave
Dimples a little throw so that she cleared his body, landing on
the ground beyond him.
The girl stretched forth her hands and did a handspring, once
more thorough master of herself, landing gracefully on her feet.
But Phil had undoubtedly saved her life, as she well knew.
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