I haven't ridden January all this time
for nothing."
Teddy started in bravely to climb the mast. After a great
struggle he managed to get up about eight feet. Suddenly he
lost his grip and came sliding down, landing at the foot of
the mast in a heap.
A shout greeted his ludicrous drop.
"I think you had better give it up," laughed Mr. Sparling.
"I won't give it up."
"You cannot climb the mast."
"I don't intend to. I have an idea."
"What is your idea?"
"I will show you. Bring me a rope."
The rope was quickly handed to him. The Circus Boy coiled
it neatly, closely observed by the show people, who did not
understand what he was about to do.
"I'm a sailor, you know," he grinned. Measuring the distance
accurately, Teddy swung the coil about his head a few times,
then let it fly up into the air, keeping the free end in one
hand as he did so.
The coil tumbled over the yard or cross piece and came down,
hitting the deck with a thump.
"There. Can you beat that?" he demanded triumphantly.
"Very well done," agreed Mr. Sparling.
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