It was something for a boy who had been a circus performer for
less than two days to have his name heralded ahead of the show as
one of the leading attractions.
But Phil Forrest had a level head. He did not delude himself
with any extravagant idea of his own importance. He knew that
what he had done was purely the result of accident.
"I'll do something, someday, that will be worthwhile," he told
himself.
Phil's act that afternoon was fully as successful as it had been
on the previous day back in his home town. Besides, he now had
more confidence in himself. He felt that in a very short time he
might be able to keep his feet on the elephant's head without the
support of Emperor's trunk. That would be an achievement.
On this particular afternoon he rode with as much confidence as
if he had been doing it all the season.
"You'll make a performer," encouraged Kennedy. "You've got the
poise and everything necessary to make you a good one."
"What kind, do you think?"
"Any old kind. Do you get dizzy when up in the air?"
"I don't remember that I have ever been up much further than
Emperor hoists me," laughed Phil.
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