"
Considerably crestfallen, the lad climbed up to where Phil and
Mrs. Cahill were sitting.
"You mustn't go down there, you know, Teddy. They don't allow
outsiders in the ring while the performance is going on. Someone
might get hurt--"
"They let you in," bristled Teddy.
"That was different. They couldn't help themselves, and neither
could I. Emperor took me in whether I would or not; and, in
fact, I didn't know I was going till I was halfway there."
Phil's companion surveyed him with admiration.
"My, but you did cut a figure up on that elephant's head! I
should have been afraid."
"There was nothing to be afraid of. But let's watch the
performance. There's a trapeze act going on now."
For a few moments the lads watched the graceful bodies of the
performers slipping through the air. One would swing out from
his perch, flying straight into the arms of his fellow-performer
who was hanging head down from another swinging bar. On the
return sweep the first performer would catch his own bar and
return to his perch.
"Looks easy. I'll bet I could do that," nodded Teddy.
Phil shook his head.
"Not so easy as it looks.
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