"Well, Dimples, I hope you and I do not make sad exhibitions ofourselves this evening.""I hope not, Phil. I am sure you will not, but I am not so sure ofmyself."The afternoon performance had passed off without incident, save thatthe performers had given a much better show than usual. Everyone feltfresh and strong after his Sunday rest.

　　It was now evening. The band was playing its loudest, the clownswere fast and furious in their fun, and the animals out in the menagerietent were doing their part toward raising a din that might have been heardat least half a mile away.

　　Phil Forrest had already been in for his trapeze act, and after changinghis costume had come out again for the bareback riding number, to whichhe always looked forward with pleasurable anticipation.

　　At the same time Little Dimples, the star female bareback rider, hadcome up and joined him and the two fell to talking, as they always didwhenever the opportunity presented itself.

　　Long ago the circus woman had constituted herself the "mother of theCircus Boys," as she expressed it. She always insisted on doing theirsewing for them, helped them to plan their costumes and gave themfriendly advice on all occasions.

　　The act which they were entering the ring to perform on this particularevening was a new one. The two had been practicing it since thebeginning of the season--practicing in secret that they might put it on as asurprise to Mr. Sparling.

　　This was what is known as a "brother and sister act." That is, thestrong man and woman proposed to perform on the back of the same horse,and at the same time.

　　The brother and sister act was not a new act by any means, but theyhad added ideas of their own to it until it had become novel. They hadessayed some daring and sensational features which were sure to create asensation with any audience before which the act was performed.

　　"It is a small town," said Dimples. "We don't care if we do fall off,do we, Phil, my boy?""We most certainly do care. At least, _I_ do. Where's yourprofessional pride, Dimples?" demanded Phil, with an indulgent smile.

　　"In my feet, I guess," answered the woman, with a merry laugh. "Iam making my living with my feet. Were they not so sure, enabling meto stand on the slippery back of a ring horse, I should not be drawing thefine salary that I now have. Neither would you.""Here we are at the ring," interrupted Phil. "The audience isapplauding us before we begin. They must be expecting something outof the ordinary."As a matter of fact, the two riders made a very pleasing appearance asthey entered the ring. Phil, slender, athletic, manly; Dimples exquisitelydainty, looking almost as fragile as a piece of Dresden china, they were apair to attract attention anywhere.

　　The spectators did not even dream that Little Dimples was a marriedwoman, with a son almost as old as Phil Forrest himself.

　　They kicked off their slippers, chalked their feet, then Phil assisted hiscompanion to the back of the horse.

　　The band struck up a lively tune, the ringmaster cracked his whip, andPhil leaped to the back of the ring horse beside Dimples.

　　"We are off," smiled the lad.

　　"I hope not," laughed the woman happily.

　　Further conversation for the moment was interrupted, for the timehad arrived to begin their work in earnest. The two threw themselvesinto a series of graceful positions, neither very difficult nor very dangerous,but to Mr. Sparling, who was watching their performance from a seatdirectly opposite to them, their work was more attractive than anything ofthe kind he ever had seen.

　　The next time they started in, after the brief intermission, Phil andDimples varied their performance by leaping from the ring horse, then,taking a running start, jumping to the back of the galloping animal. Onlyonce did Phil miss, and Dimples not at all. She greeted his failure with amerry laugh that goaded the lad to renewed efforts.

　　"Have you forgotten how to jump?" teased Dimples.

　　"I'll show you whether I have or not. Keep him up close to the ringcurb and stand back as far as you can.""What are you going to do?" she questioned suspiciously.

　　"Going to prove to you that I have not forgotten how to jump,"answered Phil, with determination.

　　"Please don't do anything foolish," warned the dainty rider. "It is tooearly in the season to break your neck. Just think what you would misswere you to do so this early--think what I should miss. Come up hereand be sensible--that's a good boy."The ringmaster paid no attention to their chatter, which was in tonestoo low for the audience to catch.

　　Phil placed the little jumping board in place, upon which the ridersstep just as they are leaping to the back of the ring horses. Then the ladbacked 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 onsprings. As he leaped his legs were curled up under him, and his workingmate 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'sattention at that moment might mean a bad fall for him, for a performermust have his mind on his work when attempting any dangerous feat.

　　To the surprise of everyone who witnessed the act, Phil Forrest clearedthe back of the ring horse, fairly flying past the astonished eyes of LittleDimples.

　　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 handclapping ran over the arena from the appreciative performers. Theywholly forgot themselves in their surprise and approval of the feat.

　　"Wonderful!" breathed Mr. James Sparling. "That boy is worth athousand 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 ofit looking up into the eyes of Little Dimples.

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