Altogether, things were moving pretty well with Phil
Forrest. They had done so ever since he left home the day before.
In that one day he had had more fun than had come to him in many
years.
But his happy day would soon be ended. He sighed as he thought
of it. Then his face broke out into a sunny smile as he caught a
glimpse of the ropes and apparatus, seen dimly through the
afternoon haze, in the long circus tent.
As he gained the entrance between the two large tents he saw the
silk curtains at the far end of the circus arena fall apart,
while a troop of gayly caparisoned horses and armored riders
suddenly appeared through the opening.
The grand entry was beginning.
"Gracious, here the show has begun and I am not anywhere near my
seat," he exclaimed. "But, if I am going to be late I won't be
alone. There are a whole lot more of us that were too much
interested in the animal trainer to think to come in and get our
seats. I guess I had better run. I--"
Phil started to run, but he got no further than the start.
All at once his waist was encircled in a powerful grip and he
felt his feet leaving the ground. Phil was being raised straight
up into the air by some strange force, the secret of which he did
not understand.
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