"There, there; don't be sarcastic," she chided, giving him a
playful tap. "If you feel strong enough, please help me up."
Phil did so smilingly; then he retired to his place by the center
pole, against which he braced his aching back.
"Turn after you have gotten over the rough spot," he
cautioned her.
Dimples nodded her understanding.
This time Phil held his breath as he saw her crouching ever so
little for her spring.
Dimples uttered another shrill "yip!" and threw herself into the
air again.
He saw, with keen satisfaction, that this time she was not
going to miss. Dimples turned in the air with wonderful grace,
alighting far back on the broad hips of the gray horse with
bird-like lightness.
Phil doffed his hat, and, getting to his feet, limped away,
with the audience roaring out its applause. They had forgotten
all about the boy who but a few moments before had saved Little
Dimples' life, and he was fully as well satisfied that it should
be so.
Just as he was passing the bandstand the educated mule,
with Teddy Tucker on its back, bolted through the curtains
like a projectile. The mule nearly ran over Phil, then brought
up suddenly to launch both heels at him.
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