"What's that?" demanded Teddy, straightening up suddenly.
"Somebody fired a shot," answered another performer.
Phil knew what it meant.
A bullet had ended the sufferings of the faithful old ring horse
off under the big top. The Circus Boy turned away, with a
blinding mist in his eyes.
"Poor old Jim!" he groaned.
Off under the women's dressing tent another pair of ears had
heard and understood, and Little Dimples, burying her head in
her hands wept softly.
"Poor old Jim!" she, too, murmured.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PILOT GETS A SURPRISE
The happiness of the day had been marred by the accident,
but, like true circus men, all hands took the disaster in
the matter-of-fact manner characteristic of their kind.
The show people, in couples and singly, took their way to the
river, where they boarded the boats. Already wagons were
rumbling down on the docks and cages were being quickly shunted
into position for their journey down the river that night.
Everything moved with as much method as if the show had been
traveling in this way from the beginning of the season.
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