All the time Wallace
kept up a continual snarling, interspersed now and then with a
roar that might have been heard a quarter of a mile away.
This was a part of the exhibition, as Phil shrewdly discovered.
The boy was a natural showman, though unaware of the fact. He
noted all the little fine points of the trainer's work with as
much appreciation as if he had himself been an animal trainer.
"I half believe I should like to try that myself," was his mental
conclusion. "But I should want to make the experiment on a very
little lion at first. If I got out with a whole skin I might
want to tackle something bigger. I wonder if he is going into
the tiger cage?"
As if in answer to his question, an announcer shouted out the
information that the trainer would give an exhibition in the cage
of the tiger just before the evening performance.
"I'll have to see that," muttered Phil. "Guess I had better get
in and find my seat now."
At the same time the crowd, understanding that the lion
performance was over, began crowding into the circus tent.
The band inside swung off into a sprightly tune and Phil could
scarcely repress the inclination to keep time to it with his
feet.
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