"
The showman removed his broad sombrero, wiped the perspiration
from his brow, glancing from one to the other of the Circus Boys.
"May I?"
"Yes, yes. Go ahead. Do anything you want to. I'm only the
hired man around here anyhow," snapped the showman, jamming his
hat down over his head and striding away, followed by the merry
laughter of Little Dimples.
CHAPTER XVII
THE CIRCUS BOYS WIN NEW LAURELS
"Bareback riders out!" shouted the callboy, poking his head
into the dressing tent.
"Get out!" roared a clown, hurling a fellow performer's bath
brush at the boy, which the youngster promptly shied back
at the clown's head, then prudently made his escape to call
Little Dimples in the women's dressing tent.
Phil Forrest, proud and happy, bounded out into the paddock,
resplendent in pink tights, a black girdle about his loins,
sparkling with silver spangles.
Little Dimples ran out at about the same time.
"How do I look?" he questioned, his face wreathed in smiles.
"If you ride half as well as you look today, you will make the
hit
of your life," twinkled Dimples merrily. "There, don't blush.
Run along. The band is playing our entrance tune. Mr. Ducro
will be in a fine temper if we are a second behind time.
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