Everyone felt fresh and strong after his Sunday rest.
It was now evening. The band was playing its loudest, the clowns
were fast and furious in their fun, and the animals out in the
menagerie tent were doing their part toward raising a din that
might have been heard at least half a mile away.
Phil Forrest had already been in for his trapeze act, and
after changing his costume had come out again for the
bareback riding number, to which he always looked forward
with pleasurable anticipation.
At the same time Little Dimples, the star female bareback rider,
had come up and joined him and the two fell to talking, as they
always did whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Long ago the circus woman had constituted herself the "mother of
the Circus Boys," as she expressed it. She always insisted on
doing their sewing for them, helped them to plan their costumes
and gave them friendly advice on all occasions.
The act which they were entering the ring to perform on this
particular evening was a new one. The two had been practicing it
since the beginning of the season--practicing in secret that they
might put it on as a surprise to Mr.
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