But Phil was up like a rubber man and off again
as if every animal in the menagerie was pursuing him.
The spectators catching the meaning of his flight, stood up in
their seats and howled lustily.
Phil Forrest had made a hit that comes to few men in the sawdust
arena.
CHAPTER XV
A STROKE OF GOOD FORTUNE
"That was a knockout, kid," nodded Mr. Miaco, with emphasis. "I'm
laughing on the inside of me yet. I don't dare let my face
laugh, for fear the wrinkles will break through my makeup."
"Thank you," smiled Phil, tugging at his silk tights, that fitted
so closely as to cause him considerable trouble in stripping them
off.
"You'll have the whole show jealous of you if you don't watch
out. But don't get a swelled head--"
"Not unless I fall off and bump it," laughed Phil. "Where do I
wash?"
"You always want to get a pail of water before you undress."
"Say, Phil, did you really fly?" queried Teddy, who was standing
by eyeing his companion admiringly.
"Sure. Didn't you see me?"
"I did and I didn't. Will you show me how to fly like that?"
" 'Course I will. You come in under the big top tomorrow after
the show and I'll give you a lesson.
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