For the next two minutes the man and the boy were too busy with
their act to continue their conversation. The audience was
enthusiastic, and they shouted out Phil Forrest's name several
times, which made him smile happily.
"What would you advise me to do, Mr. Kennedy?" he asked as the
elephants started to leave the ring, amid the plaudits of the
spectators.
"Ever try the rings?"
"Yes, but not so high up as those that Rod and his partners
perform on."
"Height doesn't make much difference. Get them to let the rings
down so you can reach them, then each day raise them a little
higher, if you find you can work on them."
"Thank you. Perhaps I'll try it this afternoon. I am anxious to
be a real performer. Anybody could do this. Though it's easy, I
think I might work up this act of ours to make it rather funny."
It will be observed that Phil was rapidly falling into the
vernacular of the showman.
"If you've got any ideas we'll thresh them out. Emperor will be
willing. He'll say yes to anything you suggest. What is it?"
"Don't you think Mr. Sparling would object?"
"Not he. Wait till I get the bulls chained; then we'll talk.
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