Phil had become very proficient
on horseback and occasionally had entered the ring races, being
light enough for the purpose. He had also kept up his bareback
practice, under the instruction of Dimples, until he felt quite
proud of his achievements.
Vincennes, where the show was to exhibit that day, was a large
town, and thousands of people had turned out to view the parade
which had been extensively advertised as one of the greatest
features ever offered to the public.
"They seem to like it," grinned Phil, turning to the rider
beside him.
"Act as if they'd never seen a circus parade before," answered
the man. "But wait till we get out in some of the way-back towns
in the West."
"I thought we were West now?"
"Not until we get the other side of the Mississippi, we won't be.
They don't call Indiana West. We'll be getting there pretty
soon, too. According to the route card, we are going to make
some pretty long jumps from this on."
"We do not go to Chicago, do we?"
"No. Show's not quite big enough for that town. We go south of
it, playing some stands in Illinois, then striking straight west.
Hello, what's the row up ahead there?"
"What row, I didn't see anything.
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