This they varied by throwing themselves into several
different poses.
"Now the turn," breathed Phil.
He deftly lifted the little woman down to the horse just in front
of himself. Having done so, Phil grasped Dimples firmly about
the waist with his strong, muscular young hands.
"If you drop me I'll never speak to you again."
"I shall not drop you. You know the cue?"
"Yes."
The lad nodded to the ringmaster, indicating that the latter was
to urge the horse on to a faster gallop.
"Now what are those two children going to do?" wondered the owner
of the show. "One is as daring as the other. It's a wonder they
have gone along without knocking themselves out. I believe they
are going to do a turn."
That was exactly what they were preparing. "Now," said
Phil sharply.
The pair rose from the back of the ring horse as one person.
They leaped gracefully and deliberately into the air, doubled
their legs under them and performed one of the most graceful
somersaults that had ever been seen in the Sparling shows,
landing lightly and surely on the resined back of the old
ring horse.
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