Then the lad backed up.
"Keep him up lively," he said to the ringmaster.
All at once the lad started on a brisk run across the
sawdust arena.
"Yip!" encouraged Dimples.
"Yip! Yip!" answered Phil.
The lad leaped up into the air just as if he had been hurled
there on springs. As he leaped his legs were curled up under
him, and his working mate saw that he was not going to land
on the back of the horse at all. Still she dared not speak to
him, now. She knew that to attract Phil's attention at that
moment might mean a bad fall for him, for a performer must have
his mind on his work when attempting any dangerous feat.
To the surprise of everyone who witnessed the act, Phil Forrest
cleared the back of the ring horse, fairly flying past the
astonished eyes of Little Dimples.
He landed lightly well outside of the ring curbing, on the
soft turf.
The audience broke out into a roar of applause and a
ripple of hand clapping ran over the arena from the
appreciative performers. They wholly forgot themselves
in their surprise and approval of the feat.
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