"Wonderful!" breathed Mr. James Sparling. "That boy is
worth a thousand dollars a week to any show."
"Have I forgotten how to jump?" demanded the Circus Boy
exultingly, as the ring horse slowed down to a walk, Phil
stepping along by the side of it looking up into the eyes
of Little Dimples.
"Indeed you have not. It was wonderful. Don't you ever dare
try it again, however. Why, suppose you had dropped on an iron
tent stake? You would have at least been disabled for life."
"I presume I should have been. I happened to know there were
no stakes where I landed. I made sure of that before I made
the leap."
"You are a wise boy, even if an imprudent one. We try the
shoulder stand next, do we not?"
"Yes."
"I haven't the routine in my mind yet. Don't you dare let
me fall."
"Supposing we save the shoulder stand until the last. Let's do
the somersault first," suggested Phil.
"Very well; I don't care."
The music started and the little couple began their work again.
Dimples sprang up to the hip of the Circus Boy, leaning far out
to one side, holding to one of Phil's hands, a very pretty though
not perilous feat for a sure-footed ride.
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